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The last thing Utahime would have ever predicted when it came to dating the 'Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer' himself was that she would be spoiled to high heavens. It was something she'd never quite experienced from her previous lovers, at least not to this degree, and she half expected the bare minimum from someone as seemingly narcissistic as the Satoru Gojo. He had surprised her, to say the least.
The man already exhibited the traits of a golden retriever on any given day but even more so whenever he handed her random gifts like a dog presenting its owner with its new favorite stick. He had the habit of buying souvenirs right after his missions and dropping them off as if he hadn't just finished off some special grade curse, but she guessed it was the kind of carefree nature that came with being practically invincible.
And, when it came to pampering her, the white-haired man didn't stop at material things.
Utahime mused over Gojo's peculiar habits as she lay wide awake beside his tall frame. She managed to untangle herself from his smothering hold without completely waking him from his deep slumber; of course, it wasn't without some sort of protest. He grumbled in his sleep before turning the other way. She rolled her eyes at this but settled comfortably in the space he freed up, reveling in the familiar soreness of her limbs.
Huh, last night was…
Her face grew flush at the recollection because she felt like she was about 10 years younger for the first time in a long time. Not that she thought herself or Gojo to be old necessarily, just that his spontaneity made her feel youthful, that and his virility.
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She was all settled in for the evening, eager to welcome the weekend after one hectic week consisting of back-to-back missions when her phone chimed twice. Her eyes barely registered the name on the screen as she hovered over it before the doorbell rang, forcing her to scan the messages quickly.
Satoru: Wanna see u
Satoru: On my way
She deadpanned at her phone for a moment before finally getting up to open the door.
"Usually, when people say 'on my way,' it means they are on their way and not yet at their destination," Utahime grumbled, shooting daggers at him, which he met with his signature shit-eating grin. And here she thought she'd been granted a rare, peaceful evening by herself.
Gojo leaned over her petite form, but she doesn't budge, knowing full well he's just fishing for some sort of reaction. It's what he does best, but she knows better. "I think it's adorable that you're trying this hard to hide just how excited you are to see me."
She continued to scowl at him before he asked to be let in, making sure to add a 'please' at the end because it's her, and if she really was in a sour mood, he could very well be sent back to Tokyo with his tail between his legs. But, she relents because as annoying as he can be, he's also right. There was no ignoring the way her heart thumped the moment those striking blue eyes landed on her.
They initially agreed not to see one another this particular weekend out of respect for each other's busy schedules, but Gojo wasn't known for his ability to stick to agreements.
"I heard Gakuganji ran you guys to the ground while I was out," he explained as they settled in the kitchen.
She shrugged, her back turned towards him as she made him tea. "What do you expect? You were away for a mission, and the curses wanted to take advantage of your absence. I'm sure your students had it just as bad."
"Eh, they held their own. I taught them, you know. Looks like you guys did pretty well yourselves." He grabbed the mug she'd offered him and took a quick sip. "Would expect nothing less from my girl."
Utahime gawked at him, her brain short-circuiting at the sudden pet name. Sure, they'd officially been together for a few months now, but they weren't the type to do nicknames. Their history ran too deep for that kind of stuff, or at least she thought so.
My girl.
She didn't know whether to smack him or just sit there and blush. Truthfully she wanted to do both, but the way he held her gaze as the words rolled off his tongue had her stomach doing backflips.
"That's quite a face you're making, Utahime," he teased, peering over the mug as he took another swig of the warm liquid. "If you need to use the bathroom, please, don't let me hold you up."
And with that, the urge to smack him quickly won her over. When she delivered the blow, she was only met by infinite space. He chuckled at the way she audibly growled at this because he knew nothing gets her more riled up than being denied the chance to physically reprimand him. She huffed at him once more before he reached out towards her hand, releasing Infinity and allowing them to touch.
Her breath catches in her throat as she watched him bring her hand to his lips, giving the back of her fingers a delicate peck before resting both their hands on the kitchen counter, fingers interlacing with hers. She hated how easily she could be placated these days.
"You must be exhausted. Let me help." He smiled at her, the rare, genuine kind that he shared with only those he was closest to, and she was lucky enough to have witnessed it the most.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at him before he dipped his head to place his lips against hers. A bit of her wanted to take the chance to smack him then, but the kiss was very much a welcome one. Especially after having been away from one another for the past few days.
They melted into each other slowly. Utahime tilted her head while his free hand found its way to her nape, causing her to sigh as he deepened the kiss. She allowed the pent-up stress to evaporate into thin air, all thanks to his touch. Briefly, she wondered if it was some secret curse technique of his that was undoing the tension in her shoulders.
They separated after some time to catch their breaths.
"I just wanted to come by and help you relax after the long week you had," Gojo whispered into the shell of her ear, and it was more than enough to turn her into a puddle in his arms. Throughout all these years, he became quite attuned to her, always knowing exactly what to do. If she was a book, he'd read her from cover to cover and memorized every word.
Before she could protest, he was already moving to perch her on the kitchen counter, bringing them almost at eye level. He stepped in the space between her thighs and planted his hands on her hips, thumbs circling the soft fabric of her sweats.
"Wh-what are you-?"
He swallowed her question with another searing kiss, bringing her flush against his solid form. When he releases her a second time, she finally sees the longing in his eyes, which she knows could only mean one thing: neither of them was getting much sleep tonight.
Before long, the kitchen filled with her whimpers and moans as he moved with efficiency. His excitement only fueling her own as he trailed kisses down her neck, massaging her breasts with eager hands until he was kneeling before her.
The logical side of her brain reminded her that they were still in her kitchen, but by the time he'd peeled off her bottoms, along with her panties, whatever words of hesitation she had left died on her tongue. She could only focus on the picturesque head of white hair between her quivering thighs. Oh, how spoiled she was to be granted such a sight.
Slowly, she reclined against her palms as he tasted her. His tongue flicking against her swollen bud while two firm fingers eased their way into her wet passage to massage the secret spot inside. He zeroed in on a specific area whenever she rewarded his efforts with an enthusiastic moan, making sure to keep the pressure right where she needed it. Gojo had always been quick to adapt to her needs. It was another aspect of him that she didn't expect but greatly appreciated.
After a few more focused strokes, the light dancing in her periphery exploded into something blinding as she came on his tongue.
Gojo groaned against her folds, relishing in the way she trembled around him. He stayed there, sticking to the rhythm he'd established to coax another orgasm out of her, which she happily succumbs to. The second one is intensified by the first, and she has to yank at his hair after a while because it's too much.
He takes the cue and rights himself, wiping her off his chin, and looks her over, very much appreciating his handiwork.
She loved and hated bearing the force of his undivided attention, especially after being completely unraveled by him.
"Tired?" he inquired, thumb caressing her inner thigh, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face.
She shook her head. It was all she could muster at the moment.
"Oh?" He gives her a boyish grin. "What else can I do for you?"
"Satoru…" she whimpered as his thumb drew closer to where she was still most sensitive.
"Yes, Utahime," he replied.
"Take me to bed."
Gently, Gojo lifts her off the counter and marches toward her bedroom, maneuvering through her closed door with ease.
He fucked her twice then. He probably would have gone longer if she hadn't thrown in the towel initially.
The first time she was on his lap, facing the new standing mirror she'd recently bought. He teased her about wanting her to see just how beautiful she looked while they fucked, wanted her to watch herself come. She had been embarrassed at first, but he helped her quickly forget as he moved inside her. All the while keeping his fingers on her clit and a palm on her breast. As she fell over the edge, she could faintly hear Gojo's praises, something about how beautiful she was and that he was the luckiest man on Earth. Her cheeks flushed at the sentiment.
He came on her back after a few more pointed thrusts, and they settled into bed once they cleaned up. They lay in a tangle of limbs, her leg hooked over his hips while his arm drew lazy circles on the small of her back. They talked about their missions, complained about the week, joked about their colleagues' antics, and before long, he was moving inside her again, only this time they made sweet languorous love. All the intensity tempering down to a smolder by their earlier activities. Utahime laid comfortably on her plush bed while Gojo caged her with his much larger frame. He kept his lips busy giving each of her nipples rapt attention while his hips rolled deliciously with every thrust. His pubic bone was rubbing right against her clit and briefly, she thinks about how their shapes fit so perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces interlocking into place. Her nails run down his back as he continued with his steady pace, groaning all the while.
"Come inside," Utahime gasped as she felt the familiar coil in the depths of her abdomen. It almost came as a surprise. Twice was her usual, three on a good night, but four was overachieving at this point. She didn't think she had another in her, but he was adamant about spoiling her tonight, and she'd be a fool to deny herself.
"Please," she breathed once more when he gave no response. "I want to feel you."
"Fuck," he growled as he bit into her shoulder. "I could never say no to that."
Gojo quickened his pace while she hooked her legs around him, keeping him right where she needed. She clawed at his back, body begging for one last release. It didn't take long after that for his hips to stutter, and the way he filled her is exactly what she needed to send her over the edge, muscles contracting against him as she cried his name into the night.
When he finally rolls off her, they're both too spent to do anything other than just lay there. Still, he reaches for her hand.
"You all relaxed now?" he asked after a few moments of shared silence.
Utahime chuckled at this, peeling one eye open to peek at him only to catch him doing the same thing.
"Very much," she answered, willing herself to scoot closer and settle by his side. She rests her head on his chest humming in satisfaction as he makes room for her in his arms. "Thanks to you."
He visibly brightens at her praise before planting a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"Anything for my girl."