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Yuji wonders what could be the problem nagging at his cousin. It isn't like her to be holed up in the house so much. Of course, he decides to question her today after days of her behavior being like this.
After school, he bids Megumi and Nobara a safe journey on their way home before making a detour to his uncle and cousin's home. Passing the gate entrance, he greets Uraume who was chatting with the gardener, Hanami. Making it through the front door he greets Sukuna, changes into some slippers and heads upstairs to Takako's room.
The door is closed, so he knocks.
"Takako, it's me!!"
Seconds later, it opens and there stands the older Itadori cousin, towel drying her hair. She adorns a loose lavender sweater that hangs off one shoulder and black shorts.
"Hey, Yuji. Just came from school?"
"I did and I wanted to speak to you." He states, determination etched on his face. "Let me in, please."
She steps aside with a shrug and Yuji makes his way over to her lounge chair. He drops his school bag next to it before getting comfortable as Takako sits on her bed.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Takako asks.
Yuji crosses his arms and gets right to the point. "You. What's been going on with you lately?"
Takako tosses her towel into the hamper nearby.
"What do you mean?"
"You've been home for days now and barely been out. When I have been here, you don't even come down to see me! And you always came down to see me. So what's going with you?"
Takako hated seeing the distraught paint over Yuji's face. He had a way of making someone feel terrible with just a frown and a bit of sadness in his voice. But she isn't sure if she could really say anything about going on with her. She couldn't find the right words to talk about Yorozu... Yorozu Fujiwara. Takako could not involve herself with her anymore. Not with what her family had done to her.
"Just complications. That's all."
Not to mention the pathetic excuse of a human being that is Naoya Zenin who insisted Takako had to be his very much unwilling wife. Which almost made Takako vomit just thinking about it.
"What kind?"
"... just problems."
Yuji huffs, shaking his head. "Megumi told me about Naoya Zenin wanting you as a wife." Ah, so he knew about that situation.
She chuckles, shaking her head. "Megumi?"
At that, Yuji crosses his arms and looks away for a moment. "... We're on a first name basis now. Don't change the subject!"
"Cute." She sighs and flops back on her bed, arms spread out to each side and her eyes zeroed onto the ceiling. "Yeah, that shit-for-brains prick wants me as his wife. As if that will ever happen." She closes her eyes, flexing her fingers. "How did your boytoy find out?"
Yuji lets out a whine. "He's not my boytoy. He's my..."
Takako chuckles, opening her eyes and sitting up on her elbows to look at him. "Boyfriend~. How cute!"
"We're talking about you, right now, Takako!" He picks up a small pillow off the chair and tosses it at her. "Anyways! Megumi found out through his dad. He overheard Toji on a call with Naobito who was suggesting to him to talk to Uncle and try to persuade him into giving up your hand in marriage to that guy."
She takes the pillow he had thrown at her off her lap and sets it to her left.
"And? What, did he laugh?"
"Megumi said he did before hanging up."
Seems about right for Toji Fushiguro. The moment the man took his wife's last name, he dare not to ever cater to the Zenin family anymore. His loyalty and love to Harumi Fushiguro outweighed more than whatever the Zenin could ever say or do. They knew that, but still went out their way to demand anything from him. It's amusing.
More so thinking that Toji would ask Sukuna of anything that ridiculous.
"I would, too." Takako gets up to stand, crossing her arms. "This is quite frustrating. Do they not have any tact?"
Yuji shrugs. "I suppose not. Not when they want something."
"In this case, 'someone' and that someone is, unfortunely, me."
"But you're not going to give in, are you?"
She scoffs. "Of course, not. As if I'll ever be Zenin's wife." But she knows that he isn't going to take being rejected with grace. "Marriage to him means control. Control he wants over me. I know what type of man he is. The type of man who feels entitled to have respect, but can't give it. The type of man who is so insecure that he needs a woman to submit to him to make him feel superior. He sees me as a challenge, Yuji. A challenge he thinks he can win and feel accomplished over. I'm not giving him that satisfaction. I would rather die first before becoming that dickhead's wife."
Knock! Knock!
The duo glance to the door and Takako had realized she had left it partially opened when she had welcomed Yuji in minutes before. She got a good look at the surprise visitor and suddenly felt so cold.
"Sorry for the intrusion. Just wanted to see you, Takako."
Her throat felt dry and her eyes stung. She forces herself to stay composed, for Yuji.
"Yorozu. I wasn't expecting you."
MINUTES EARLIER
She had believed that was enough time for Takako. Just a few days was all she needed before Yorozu had to remind her how much they needed each other. Sometimes, a little absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?
Yorozu had woken up and put on one of her prettiest, yet simplest dresses. A light pink number with thin straps that hugged her upper half with a flowy skirt that fell to her knees.
The shade of pink was just a few shades lighter than the hair of the man standing in front of her with a disinterested glare, peering down at her.
"Excuse the intrusion, sir." Yorozu greets with her best smile, holding back the bitterness souring in her stomach. Long ago, she had admired this man, but she seen his cruelty. How he feigned ignorance of her existence and now here he was giving her some acknowledgement even if through annoyance.
It didn't matter. No, he didn't matter. Not again after she had tasted his daughter. Yorozu vowed to not let her slip away. Even if it did mean to make good with Takako's father.
On the way, she had stopped to pick up some flowers and sweets. The latter she had gifted to Sukuna.
"I'm Yorozu Fujiwara. I'm a friend of your daughter's and I just came by to see her."
She notices the twitch in his left eye when she mentions her name.
"Fujiwara, huh? What business do you have with my daughter?"
"We're good friends. We recently spent some time together and then I hadn't seen her for a while and I got worried. You wouldn't mind if I saw her, would you, sir? Just talk to her for a little?"
Sukuna eyes her for a little longer before stepping to the side. "She should be in her room upstairs. Second door to the left."
Yorozu switches out her kitten heels into a pair of house slippers. "Thank you!" She giggles before skipping pass the man and heading in the direction of staircase and making her way up. She finds the room, noticing that its door was slightly ajar unlike the other doors that were either closed or wide open. She could hear voices coming from Takako's room, recognizing one of the voices to be that of her beloved. The other voice is unfamiliar to her, but she knew it had to be a male. An ugly feeling stirred in the depth of her belly. The thought of anyone else in Takako's room almost made a vein pop. She had half a mind to just barge in the room, but she knew Takako would not go for that and she wanted to be on her good side. Instead, she choose to listen in by the door.
"... He sees me as a challenge, Yuji. A challenge he thinks he can win and feels accomplished over. I'm not giving him that satisfaction. I would rather die first before becoming that dickhead's wife."
Yorozu clenches her fist tightly at her side. Someone else wanted to make her beloved his wife? Takako Itadori was hers and hers only! Just as much as she belonged with Takako.
With a raised hand, she give gentle knocks to the door and peeks in. She sees Takako standing up by her bed and the other visitor sitting down nearby.
She could see the resemblance between the two. That pink hair is all noticable to Yorozu. She knew it had to be the Itadori family trait. A curse and blessing, a beacon that drew in people to them.
"Sorry for the intrusion. Just wanted to see you, Takako." Yorozu states, walking into the room and stopping just a bit near Takako. She sees how the other woman's throat moved as she swallows.
"Yorozu. I wasn't expecting you."
"I wanted to surprise you, darling." She looks over at the pink haired boy. "Your little brother? I see the resemblance."
"Cousin." The teenager corrects, standing up. He holds out his hand to her. "I'm Yuji Itadori. It's nice to meet you."
Yorozu accepts his hand with a smile. "It's nice to meet you, too. I'm Yorozu Fujiwara. A... friend of Takako's here." She lets go of his hand. "I was just stopping by to see her. I didn't know she had company. I could leave if this is a bad time."
Yuji shakes his head. "No, no! I need to get going anyways." He looks over at Takako. "Have to get ready anyways for tonight. They're coming over."
Takako crosses her arms. "You mean...?"
"Yeah. Have to have a lot of food prepared for tonight's dinner." He gives Takako a quick hug and picks up his bag. "I'll talk to you later, Takako."
"Alright, get home safe, okay?"
"I will!"
Yuji leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Once he does, Yorozu drops the flowers she brought and pounces. Takako yelps when she's pinned to her bed, caged and stared down by vibrant green. Her dark hair falls to her sides, becoming a shade over the pair.
Takako squeezes her thighs even closer, feeling suddenly too warm down there. Her instincts tell her to push Yorozu off, but she can't. She doesn't want to. She indulges in the closeness. With her here, in her room, Takako remembers all the times she touched and kissed her.
"You really thought you could just escape from me, Takako?"
She turns away from her. "Get off."
Yorozu sits on her lap. "Tell me why you ran away, Takako. I told you I want you!"
Takako pushes forward, sitting up and ripping her wrists away. "Well, I don't want you!"
"Lies. You're lying. If you didn't want me, you wouldn't look so needy right now." Yorozu places her hands on Takako's cheeks. She leans forward and kisses her forehead. "You want me just as much as I want you. Don't lie to me." She kisses her again, this time on the nose. Takako whines and grabs onto her wrists.
"Yorozu..."
"Come on, darling, tell me why you ran away from me. Are you frighten?"
"I'm not." Takako pushes her off and Yorozu falls to the left side of her on the bed. She turns away, crossing her arms and curling into herself. "I... I just want you to go."
Yorozu sighs, shaking her head. As cute as she found Takako's stubbornness to be, it did agitate her to some extent. She had no intentions of leaving without any answers. Furthermore, she isn't leaving until Takako accepts her and her love. There is some bastard trying to take her away and Yorozu isn't going to let Takako slip through her fingers.
"Takako, I'm sorry." She scoots closer to her and places a hand on her upper arm. "I didn't mean to come off like that, okay? But I mean it, I truly do want you. I adore you."
"... You barely know me."
"And didn't I tell you I wanted to get to know you more?" She rests her head on Takako's shoulder. "Takako... At least, tell me why you want me to leave? Did I do something wrong?"
"..."
"Takako, please?"
"..."
"Takako!" Yorozu grabs her and forces her to look her way. She sees the fear in Takako's pretty eyes. Her heart skips. "Don't be childish and tell me what's going on with you! You push me away through a message and not speak to me for days! I think I deserve a direct answer from you! You owe me that!"
"I don't owe you anything!" Takako hits Yorozu's hands away and pushes her back. Her dark hair falls around her like a blanket. "But fine! You want to know the truth? You're a Fujiwara!" She's breathing hard through her nostrils, her face reddening. "A Fujiwara! You know what your family did to me? They took my mother away from me!" She stands from the bed and steps away. "They discarded her as if she meant nothing and then put me in her place when I was just a little girl! If it wasn't for my father's blood in my veins, that family of yours would own me! Now get out!"
Yorozu doesn't move or says anything. Instead, she lets the heat in her body form and shimmer with each cell of her body. Her chest feels hollow and her eyes water. Her fists tighten by her sides and she wants to punch something. Hurt someone.
Not Takako. Not her beloved. She wouldn't ever.
Takako had been hurt. Hurt by the same people who took her in. And that pain never went away. Yorozu knows it hasn't. It's why she ran from Yorozu and wants her gone. The Fujiwara hurt her and now they're hurting Yorozu, too.
They had to pay. But first, her beloved had to be taken care of.
🩷
"I don't want to own you. I want to worship you."
Takako stiffens, eyes wide and mouth gaped open as she watches Yorozu slide off the bed and to the floor. She gets on her knees in front her, taking Takako's hands in hers.
"I want you to be mine and I be yours, Takako. I promise you I'll love you. I do love you. I need you."
Yorozu rests her head against the other woman's knees, still holding her hands.
"Only you. Let me show you."
Takako sighs, shoulders slumping and eyes stinging. Her heart hurts something bad in her ribcage. She wants to. She really wants to give into Yorozu and let her have her way with her. She wants her to love her, worship her like goddess. Her father always told it to never want, but take. Be greedy and devour everything and everyone that she yearned for. And she wanted to devour Yorozu. Every single inch of her. She feels like a starving beast right now, throat dry and stomach empty.
Yet, she can't find herself to say yes. It would be an insult to her mother.
"Yorozu... please just go."
Yorozu looks up at her. "I'm not leaving, Takako. Not when I know how bad you yearn for me just as much as I yearn for you." She takes Takako's hand and kisses her palm, all while keeping her eyes on her. "Don't deny yourself pleasure. Don't deny yourself love, Takako."
"But... I can't be with you..."
"And I'll fix that. I promise I will."
The words were heavy with promise. With meaning. Deep and striking into the core of Takako's being.
"You wouldn't have to beg me, Takako. You wouldn't have to beg me for anything. I'll give you anything and everything you want even if you don't say so. I'll know. I'll know what you need because I love you. You're my soulmate, Takako."
"I'm not..." She takes her hands away and holds them up against her chest. "I'm not your soulmate."
She hates it. She really hates it. Seeing Yorozu look so debauched and desperate. How glassy her round eyes were from holding back tears. The redness on her nose and cheeks. And how ruffled her dress is from getting on her knees. She hates it because she relishes in it. She wants to taste her and every inch of her. She wants Yorozu to stay on her knees.
Be greedy, be greedy, be greedy.
"I... Yorozu, I can't."
"You can. You can, Takako. I'm yours."
"No. You're not someone that belongs to me. I'm not—"
"Don't you dare!" Yorozu gets up and wraps her arms around Takako's waist to pull her in close. "Don't you dare you're not worth it because you are to me. You always will be." She reaches up and holds Takako's chin. "Listen to me. The Fujiwara will not be getting away with what they did to you and your mother. My heart doesn't belong to them. It belongs to you and hurting you is not something I'm going to let them get away with. You're worth it."
"But... They're your..."
Yorozu shakes her head. "No, Takako. No. They're not family to me. I'm not even blood related to them. They mean nothing. They only brought me in because I'm more suitable for an heir than any spawn they birth within that family. They spoil me, but not love me. Never have." She kisses Takako's nose. "That's why I want this with you. Because I know the love I never had before can be with you. You're the only person I ever need to love and that loves me and I'll be happy."
Takako struggles out of Yorozu's embrace and sits in the bed.
Be greedy, be greedy, be greedy.
Let her. Take her. Accept her.
She looks up at her. "Yorozu... You..." She sighs, then laughs while shaking her head. "You're not giving up, are you?"
Yorozu sits next to her. "Oh, Takako, I'll keep fighting for you."
Hatred. Takako hates herself for taking in Yorozu's vow and eagerly swallowing it down. It sparks something in her. Pushes her closer in accepting her hunger for the other woman.
"You'll exhaust yourself."
"Don't care." Yorozu rests her head against her shoulder and intertwines their fingers. "Takako, I want to open all of me to you and I want you to do the same to me. But we don't have to rush that. I just want to be with you. I need you." Takako shivers when Yorozu pushes her hair away from her neck and kisses it. She giggles against her skin. "To think if it wasn't for your father."
That caught her curiosity. What did her father do now? Did Yorozu know him?
"There was a time I was infatuated by him. He just... seemed so lonely to me and I wanted to cure that. Sukuna Itadori was an epitome of power I came to admire. But... despite how hard I tried to make that known to him, it was as I was invisible to him."
Takako opens her mouth and closes it a second later. She had questions, but they were stuck in her throat. She almost pulls away from Yorozu, taken back by her confession. Realizing that Yorozu may have known Takako was Sukuna's daughter and that maybe... out of feeling hurt by him... was using her.
She clenches her fist at the thought. It would be like a Fujiwara to use her like that, blood related to that family or not.
"That night, the night we met, I saw that man as nothing else but a sign. A bridge to you. Had it not been for me being silly and going to that party, I wouldn't have seen you."
"... did you...?"
Yorozu shook her head. "No. I didn't know you were his daughter until later. Your beauty and fire made me a little too dizzy to think straight, so your resemblance wasn't something I noticed at first. Really, it wasn't. It wasn't until after I fucked your brains out and saw you had gotten a text by him that I pieced it together. I'm sorry I didn't tell you the whole truth before."
Takako's face reddens. "Did you look into my phone?!"
"Not more than I need to. I just saw that text on the screen. That was all, Takako. That was all. It was an accident. There wasn't anything I cared to know else about you through your phone. Oh, and when I got your number, but again that was all! Everything I want to know about you I want to know directly from you." She takes Takako's face into her hands and kisses her. It's brief, but heated with passion. "I don't want to be with you because of Sukuna. I don't care to get some kind of twisted revenge by being with his daughter. I just want to be with the woman who happens to be his daughter. I promise I do." She kisses her again. "I promise. I'd rather punish myself than do that to you. I mean it."
Takako doesn't know if she really believes her, but her hunger won over. The urge to have Yorozu and make her hers is too much. If Yorozu was freely giving herself up to her, why not have her? No more would Takako deny herself anything and anyone. She went on for too long not satisfying her selfish needs.
The Fujiwara took her mother so why not take someone of theirs? Is it really taking though if Yorozu is gifting herself to Takako?
Her father lead Yorozu to her and her father told her to give into her greed. She desires to be loved and worshipped. She desires to let herself be pleasured. If Yorozu wants to do that, she'll let her.
"If you do anything, anything that is to intentionally hurt me, I'll end you myself, Yorozu Fujiwara."
Yorozu grins. "I'll let you without fighting you." She takes her other hand and brings both up to her lips. "I'm yours, Takako Itadori." She kisses each knuckle. "I'm yours. Have me however you want."
"And..." There isn't any going back. Takako doesn't want to. "And you can have me."
Yorozu Fujiwara.
Sukuna hadn't thought that he would ever allow a member of that family to step foot into his home. Yet, what astonished him more was a Fujiwara being associated with his daughter.
Takako hated that family and yet, she somehow befriended someone from that wretched group. He couldn't see any sensible reason as to why. Maybe that's why she had been acting so strange lately. The timing seemed about right. After that day she came home, having spent the night somewhere else, Takako had been acting off. It couldn't have just been the issue with Naoya Zenin. He was a handful, but Takako wouldn't have been so closed off from everyone because of him. He was like a pest. Squashed and a mere afterthought.
Something else definitely had to have happened. Someone else...
It only made sense that it had to be Yorozu who plagued his daughter's mind.
"Let's just say, Father, that I wished the past stayed buried. Forever."
Those were the words she had said to him. The Fujiwara were her past and Yorozu came to haunt her. But what did she really want with Takako?
"She always tried to grab your attention before." Uraume had interrupted Sukuna's thoughts, coming to the table with freshly brewed tea. They hand him a cup and pours into it. "I recognize her. She would always linger around you when you went to those events, but you never paid her any mind."
"Oh?" Sukuna takes a sip. "I thought she seemed familiar."
Uraume sits down across from him. "Due to you not giving her attention, she would always leave looking so dissatisfied. I have to admit, it amused me so."
"Quite observant, aren't you, Uraume?"
"I must be. Vigilance is helpful to have. I grew wary of her and did some bit of digging. She is a Fujiwara, but not through blood. She had been adopted by this just a few years before Takako had been discovered. She had a rather impressive record and skill set. The Fujiwara had claimed her as their next heir."
Leave it up to Uraume to go the extra mile. Sukuna may not had not interest in finding out about Yorozu, but he did appreciate how thorough Uraume's investigation had been. Truly the only person Sukuna would trust with his life.
"Hm. What business do you believe she has with my daughter?"
"Personal, surely." Uraume shrugs. "I don't think there's anything to worry about though, Sukuna-sama. Takako is a lot like you." They chuckle. "If Fujiwara tries anything to betray her, I doubt she would escape unscathed. But given how desperate she wanted your attention, I feel as though she grew an attachment to Takako."
"How do you think this will play out?" Sukuna questions, crossing his arms.
"Hm. I don't know. But I don't think a future daughter-in-law is out of the picture."
Naoya Zenin would not get what he wanted. That Yorozu had to vowed to herself seeing Takako squirm in the bed while trying to scoot away from her. That worm didn't deserve a woman like her beloved or would he ever have one. Yorozu would make sure of that. For now, though, she had someone more important to think about and that was the woman she currently is pleasuring.
Takako is just so pretty. Trying to pathetically escape her all while wiggling her hips and taking in three of Yorozu's fingers. Her fingers were clenched tightly into her sheet, her shirt bunched up over her naked breast and her pink hair messy and spread out around her. Takako held back her moans, biting into her bottom lip.
Yorozu moves her fingers faster into her pussy, watching as slick splashes around them.
"Feels good, doesn't it, beloved?"
Takako lets out a gasp and arches her back. Her thighs were red and bitten. She spreads them more as she dug her feet into the mattress. Every time she pushes herself away, Yorozu would push her fingers back in and Takako would wind her hips down.
The pleasure is just too much, yet it isn't enough.
Yorozu presses against her walls and rubs, the squelching loud. She could feel Takako spasm around her fingers and see her thighs flex. Her broken sobs were music to her ears.
"Feels good?" Yorozu repeats, this time looking away from Takako's pussy to eye her. She really did a number on her. There's tears going down her face and her bottom lip is swollen from all the biting. Takako's cheeks are pink and her gaze is hazy. With her other hand, Yorozu pinches her clit and grins when Takako jolts.
She swallows and nods, can't trusting herself to speak.
"Ah, beloved. Use your words." Yorozu pinches her clit again, harder. Takako gasps and shakes.
"Y-yeah... Yeah." She swallows again. "Feels good... FUCK!" She narrowly misses hitting her head back against the headboard. Yorozu had pinched her clit a third time just as her fingers presses deeper in her walls. "You... please..."
"It's like you forgot your daddy is downstairs, Takako. He could have heard you just then."
Takako wants to slap her for that comment. But she also wants Yorozu to play with her pussy more. She needed her tongue back in her. She doesn't care how sensitive she is right now. She wants more.
"I don't mind though. Hearing your cute little moans. But those are for me, princess. Only I get to hear you, okay? So keep quiet."
"I can't!" Takako whines, clenching. "I can't... you're too good. Too good. Too much." As if to grant her mercy, Yorozu takes her fingers out and lets go of her clit. The emptiness was so sudden that the final drag had Takako shaking while she cums. Yorozu watched it all, watching her juices glisten on her pinkness and her own fingers. She sucks her fingers and moans. Takako's taste is addictive. "Yorozu..."
She leans over her, shushing Takako and kissing her soft belly. "Don't worry." Kisses trail up to her left breast. Yorozu wraps her glossy lips around her nipple and sucks hard. Takako shakes again and twists the sheet in her fists. She endures. She could feel herself throb while Yorozu fondles both her breasts and suck her nipple. It lasts moments but feels like forever. She exhales after Yorozu lets go. Yorozu presses a kiss to her collarbone. "We're not finished. I still have to punish you, after all. For running away from me."
It's a promise. Takako knew Yorozu meant it. She isn't scared though. She wants it. She should be punished. When she ran from Yorozu, she denied them both of what they deserved. That passion, that love. She should be taught to do better.
Yorozu massages her thighs. Takako watches her. The other woman hadn't taken off her dress. Her own hair was messy from when Takako grabbed into it when Yorozu ate her out. Her own face still held evidence of that, chin shiny and lips red and glossy.
"Hm. What to do, I wonder? Oh! I know!" Yorozu smacks her right thigh and Takako yelps. "Ass or your pussy, Takako?"
Takako sits up a bit. "Huh?"
"Pick one. Your ass or your pussy?" Her voice had dropped an octave, edging close to impatience yet gentle.
"What... What do you have planned?"
"Don't worry, darling. You'll like it. Now, choose. Your ass," she pinches Takako's left butt cheek and then taps her finger just above her clit, "or your pussy?"
As sensitive Takako has become, the thought of Yorozu playing with her most precious part some more almost had her drooling. She was greedy.
"Here." She scoots closer and spreads her legs some more. "My pussy."
"Are you sure?"
Takako nods. "Yes."
"Alright then." Yorozu adjusts her legs so that they were held up, and spread wide, putting everything on full display. She then places Takako's hands on her own thighs. Takako's pink, shiny and so pretty. "Keep your legs open and up just like that. Don't let go." Yorozu kisses her right knee and then her left one. "You're going to count with each hit until we get to ten, okay? Just ten. Don't mess up and if you're good you can have a treat after." She places her hand on Takako's mound. "Are you okay with that?"
Takako nods so fast she nearly gets whiplash. "Yes. I'll be good. I'll be so good."
Yorozu chuckles. She kisses her and rubs her pussy. "I know you will be. Remember, just to ten. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Count."
in a split second, Yorozu raises her hand and brings it down on Takako's pussy. She yelps, shock running up her spine. "One!"
"Lower it down." Yorozu warns her before smacking her pussy again.
Quieter, Takako whimpers "Two." She shakes, digging her nails into her own reddening skin. With each slap to her swollen, sensitive lips, she gasps out a number. Her neck was arched up as she had dug her head back into her pillow. She had to swallow down her spit and cries before each count. The more punishment that came, the more the heat pooled into the pit of her gut. The pressure was there, she leaked more. It hurt so good.
"You're doing beautifully, baby. You're doing so beautiful. You're almost there." Yorozu slaps her pussy again and Takako chokes out an "eight".
Her eyes are brimmed with so many tears that she could barely see. She feels another slap and jolts.
"Ugh... n-nine..."
"One more, Takako. Just one more." Yorozu coos leaning down and softly kissing her stomach. "Just one more."
"... I'm ready."
SMACK!
Takako cries out a "TEN", her back bowing up so high and her juices shooting right out of her, some getting on Yorozu's dress. Her toes are curled, her nails scratching into her skin and for some moments she didn't even know where she was. She continues to whimper, drooling falling from her lips and smearing across her face that she rubs into her pillow.
Gentle hands grab onto hers and guide them away from her thighs. Yorozu caresses the indents made into her skin and shushes her.
"You did so good, darling. You did so good for me."
For the second time since that faithful night, Yorozu got to take pride being the one to bring Takako immense pleasure. She got to taste her and greedily admire her in pure euphoria. She's pink all over, blissed and nearly incoherent. Twitching from aftershocks and soaked all over her most precious place. She wore marks Yorozu gifted her and she looks delicious with them on her soft skin.
Yorozu decided that Takako is to be hers forever and marriage would do just fine. If she were to be anyone's wife, Takako shall be hers and Yorozu would gladly give herself up to be Takako's. She could imagine how pretty her goddess would be on that day. A dress, maybe? Or something traditional like a kimono? Didn't matter. Takako would look so beautiful, regardless.
She kisses Takako on her cheek and pushes back her hair. "You did so good." The praise has Takako feeling flustered and more aware. "Now, you get a treat. You get me. You can have me however you want." Yorozu slips off her soiled dress and drops it on top of the flowers that were long forgotten on the floor. She climbs on the bed and pulls Takako close to her. Grabbing onto her face, she peppers chaste kisses on her. "How you want me, Takako? It doesn't matter."
Takako swallows and her cunt twitches. She imagines how she wants Yorozu, greed overcoming her once more. "I... Can I taste you?" She swallows again. "Please?"
Yorozu chuckles and kisses her forehead. "You're too cute for me to refuse you. You can taste me." She kisses her nose. "Is that what you want?"
She nods and with shaky arms, embraces Yorozu close to her. "I do. I want you on my tongue. You tasted me and I want to taste you." She kisses Yorozu's neck, her cheeks and finally her lips. Takako is nearly full, only nearly. She still craves Yorozu. She demands her. The hunger for her is enough to make her coherent and energetic. She lays Yorozu on her back and opens her legs, making home between them. With careful, yet hurriedly fingers Takako reaches down and pulls Yorozu's lips apart. Pink and glistening just like her. "Please, Yorozu. I can?"
Yorozu grins and spreads her legs even further. "Make me feel good."
Not a second is wasted. Takako leans down and buries her face right into Yorozu's pussy. It's rushed, it's messy but the touch of her wet, hot tongue against her folds has Yorozu seeing stars. Yorozu's heart swells and the pit of her stomach has heat boiling there. Takako had grabbed onto her thighs to anchor her and Yorozu dug her fingers into her hair. She moans, the sensation of Takako's own song vibrating within her. She could feel herself slicking up and each time she would Takako would slurp.
"Yes, yes, yes! You're doing so good, darling! You're going to make me..." Yorozu shakes, clenching tighter into Takako's hair. She arches her back when Takako takes her tongue out and goes to suck on her clit. "Ah! Yes! You're so good! You're a good girl!"
Something in Takako snaps. She will always appreciate that praise and do her best for Yorozu. She sucks harder onto her clit and groans. Yorozu gasps and curls her toes. "Takako!"
She quickly sits up and hits Yorozu's thigh. "Shush. Not too loud. He could have heard you just then." Having heard her words repeat to her amuses Yorozu.
"You're doing so good, baby."
"And I'm not fucking done." She goes back in, this time sticking her tongue deeper into Yorozu and teasing the rim of her entrance. With two fingers, she plays with her clit and it swells from the teasing.
Yorozu whimpers and grabs onto the sheet in the exact spot Takako's hand had been when she was pleasuring her. She could feel where her nails had dug into the fabric. From that to getting eaten out, Yorozu knew she would soon come to a release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck. Takako, baby, I'm going to cum."
To coax her, Takako continues to play into her folds with her tongue and pinch at her clit. Three more thrusts of her tongue and Yorozu is jerking and whining, clenching around the muscle. Her juices are sucked up, sweet on Takako's taste buds.
She pulls back and sits up, her wet, redden face on display. Takako's eyes are glossy and pupils blown wide. She reaches forward and cups Yorozu's naked breasts and kisses them.
"Did I do good? Did I do good, Yorozu?"
Yorozu places her hands on top of Takako's and smiles at her.
"You did great."
Acceptance. Takako had felt acceptance. The moment Yorozu cups her face and leans forward to kiss her, she really did know just how foolish she had been for running away before. She wouldn't do it again. As long as Yorozu fulfills her hunger, the thought wouldn't cross her mind.
Sukuna sighs.
"I'm not doing this for revenge against you."
He doesn't look up from his book, turning the page. She still stands at the threshold. It's late in the day and Yorozu had not gone home. Instead, she had decided to spend the night with her beloved. She even had dinner with them all, being polite and sweet as she could be.
When Takako had fell asleep, she sought out Sukuna and found him in his office.
"I really love Takako. I really do."
"And what did you come to tell me this for?" He does look at her, seeing her smile with sparkling eyes. "If not you fucking my daughter isn't revenge against me ignoring you, then why are you here?" She isn't wearing that plum colored sweater dress she wore at dinner. Instead, she adorns a deep red t-shirt and baggy black shorts. She looks comfortable in the clothes. She looks she belongs in them.
Yorozu walks more into the room. Sukuna is a hard man to surprise and somehow she manages it. By with a simple bow.
"To thank you." She straightens her posture. There's a great distance between them still and yet, when her eyes met his it was as if she was breathing down his neck. "Had it not been for you, I wouldn't have my Takako."
"Your Takako?"
Yorozu nods. "Uh huh. My Takako. Just like I'm her Yorozu. And I have you to thank for that. If it had not been for you and her mother, Takako wouldn't be here and I wouldn't have my soulmate."
He sighs again and crosses his arms. "Fujiwara, do you really think I care to hear any of this bullshit from you? Thanking me?"
She laughs. "Well, I just thought it would be polite." She gets closer and sits down on one of the pillows by the table. "Be for real, Sukuna Itadori. You would make me grovel for your daughter, wouldn't you?"
"Maybe, maybe not." He leans forward. "That's not all you want to tell me, is it?"
"You got me!" There's something in her gaze that Sukuna can't make out. It unsettles him. She reaches over and taps the table. "I know what kind of man you are. You like to do what you want. You eat what you want. Take whatever you want. You're a man who lives by his own rules. And if something or someone interests you, you indulge. If not, you discard."
"So will I be discarding you?"
"You and I both know Takako has the say in that. Wouldn't want your precious daughter hating you forever, do you?" She huffs, blowing her bangs up and crossing her arms. "Then again, you probably don't care how much about her either, do you?"
"She is of my blood."
"That doesn't mean much to you though."
"You speak very carelessly."
Yorozu giggles. "Maybe I do. Anyways! I was wondering something?"
Sukuna had a feeling it would be a long night.
"And what will that be?"
That grin of hers is a little too big for her pretty face. "Just wondering if there were any particular pests you want to get rid of?"
Looking into the mirror, Takako sees that she has a glow to her skin. She feels less... troubled. Her heart isn't as heavy as before. And her stomach is full. Yorozu had wanted... she needed to love Takako and she let her. In turn, she gives her heart to Yorozu.
It felt too good. Her kisses, her hugs, her promises. It felt so, so good.
"Just let me love you."
Takako told her she will. Yorozu can love her and she'll return that all she can to her. They'll be happy together, she knows they will be. Nothing and nobody will take that from her.