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Utahime doesn’t normally like giving blowjobs, mostly because Satoru talks a lot and she has no way to shut him up as he waxes poetry. But it’s his birthday, which is how she finds herself in her current position, on her knees, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back with his silk tie and a vibrator between her legs and Satoru’s hard cock in her mouth. She goes slowly, hollowing out her cheeks and breathing through her nose as she takes him all the way, the head of his cock touching the back of her throat.
Satoru’s hand tightens in her hair, holding her in place, “Fuck, you look so hot Utahime,” He groans, and the hand slides from her head to wrap around her throat and she makes a little choked sound as he presses down lightly. The sensation makes her feel light, heady and drunk on the lust. Satoru kicks up the level on the vibrator and she gasps, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the sensations increase in intensity.
She’s been kneeling for what feels like hours, at his mercy, arms straining from where they’re restricted. She’d come once already, from when he’d fucked her open with his fingers and she’s still a little sensitive from it. Utahime wants him to come down her throat. She’d told him right before the blindfold went on, because she knows it drives him mad.
His hand comes back up to her head, tucking some strands behind her ear, “You good?” Satoru murmurs, and when she hums in affirmation, he thrusts his hips up experimentally, and Utahime relaxes her throat, squirming in place. Yes yes please. She runs her tongue over his cock and sucks a little harder, the only way she can beg for it without using her voice.
Satoru gets the message, his fingers gather a good chunk of her hair and pull her halfway off his cock, before forcing her back down on it. Utahime chokes, gasping as he starts to fuck her mouth earnestly. The wet, slick noises she makes are obscene to her own ears, and even though she’s the one who suggested sucking him off while blindfolded, Utahime feels a little embarrassed. Her jaw aches as he thrusts in again and Satoru presses a thumb to her lips, parting them further and she moans at the stretch.
“Ah, you’re red Utahime, what other dirty things are you thinking of hm?” Satoru chuckles lightly, and then gets his hand around the back of her neck, “You’re doing so well for me.”
Utahime whines at the praise, she can’t believe that’s all it takes these days, and sucks a little harder. She wants him to come, and then fuck her into the couch until she can’t walk. Her legs are shaking from the effort of keeping the vibrator buried deep in her, and she’s not sure how much more of his teasing she could take. Satoru seems to be reaching his limit too. His fingers close again around her throat and his thrusts get harder she feels the telltale signs.
Satoru comes in her mouth with a low groan, and she swallows the hot, sticky cum without thinking. He pulls her off him gently, running his fingers through her hair and she opens her mouth wide to show him that she’d swallowed. Utahime feels so depraved doing this, but it’s a state of mind she can’t help but crave when she's with him. It feels good to do this, to let go a little. And it drives him crazy. She can feel his stare on her, and the way his fingers tighten involuntarily in her hair.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Satoru says, “I can’t believe you sometimes.”
Utahime licks her lips, rubbing her legs together, he still hasn’t granted her reprieve, “Satoru,” She gasps, voice thick, “Hurry up.”
He chuckles and pulls her up onto his lap, hands sliding down her waist as he pulls her into a deep kiss. She kisses back desperately, and tries to grind up against him but he holds her firmly in place, “So needy,” Satoru teases, ducking his head to run his tongue over her neck, sucking new marks to cover up the ones from the day before.
“Will you– ah! Satoru! Just do something!” Utahime cries out as the vibrator’s intensity somehow doubles, she’s so close to yet so far and he’s being such a bastard about it.
“Yes yes, you deserve a reward hm?” He presses his long fingers against the toy, pushing it a little deeper before slipping a finger in next to it, stretching her just a bit more and Utahime welcomes the burn, trying to rock back into his hand. Her whole world has narrowed down to just him. His mouth on her neck, his fingers deep inside of her, searching and then striking that bundle of nerves that has her arching her back and crying out his name.
Utahime is trembling as she comes, hips twitching a little as the vibrator continues to roll inside of her even as she rides out her second orgasm of the evening. She’s so sensitive now, whimpering a little as he pulls out the toy, and slumps against his chest, burying her head into his shoulder.
Satoru’s hands come up her sides, rubbing soothing circles over her skin, “Good?” He prompts.
“Good,” She whispers, “Really good.”
They stay like that for a few minutes, just breathing together. He reaches up to pull off her blindfold, kissing away the tears that had built up. Satoru’s hands are large and warm and his body is firm against hers.
“Want me to untie you?” He murmurs at her ear.
Utahime moves her arms a little, they’re getting sore being bound like that but she made plans for tonight, and they’re not through even half of it yet, “No,” She breathes, “Why? Tired already?”
Satoru laughs, “I never get tired of you.”
Utahime huffs, this sap, she can’t believe him sometimes. She shifts in his lap experimentally, and she can feel him start to harden again, “I want you in me.”
“I just was wasn’t I?”
Utahime grinds down against him, the bastard, “Don’t make me spell it out.”
“I like it when you say it though.”
Utahime starts to fire back a response when he rolls his hips upwards and she feels his cock press against her stomach and whatever complaint she had turned into a tiny gasp. Satoru is big, there’s no other way to describe it, “Please,” She starts, “Fuck me.”
“Ahh, I can never say no to you, Utahime,” He says with a huff of air.
He grabs her by the waist and presses her down into the couch. With her arms tied behind her, the position is uncomfortable and she’s forced to arch her back to accommodate for it, and Satoru runs his hands up and down her stomach and traces the arch she’s made, pressing kisses down her neck and chest. Utahime squirms under him, wrapping her legs around his hips as she tries to grind against him again but he holds her firmly against the sofa.
“Satoru,” She moans a little as he starts to stroke himself, “Stop teasing you bastard.”
“Can’t babe it’s like fifty percent of my personality,” He jokes, but kisses her mouth and slowly sinks in between her legs. The stretch is delicious, a slight burn despite her already being prepared quite thoroughly by his fingers and the vibrator earlier. Satoru is hard and thick, pushing deeper and deeper and her eyes roll into the back of her head as he brushes over the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside her. Utahime isn’t even aware she’s making sounds until he kisses her again.
He keeps up this infuriating pace, slow, deep thrusts, and Utahime wants more. She whines, trying to grind up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist to try and gain some leverage but Satoru’s hand slide down to her hips, her thighs, the backs of her knees, fingers digging into the flesh as he holds her open, controlling the pace and she’s unable to do anything but just take it. Her back is starting to ache from the arch and her whole body is trembling, “So needy,” He murmurs above her, “I didn’t think you’d be so desperate.”
She gasps as he makes a hard thrust, “Will you just do it properly?”
“I am doing it properly, it feels good doesn’t it? You should see yourself,” He smirks, leaning down once more to kiss her.
He’s so infuriating but Utahime is too far gone and when she opens her eyes again they’re in front of their full-length mirror. Her knees are weak and shaky from their first few rounds there’s no way she’s going to be able to keep standing like this for long.
Utahime turns her head, “We are not going to have sex in front–“
“Yes,” His hand moves up to her throat, squeezing lightly and Utahime falls silent, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, “We are.”
Utahime has nothing to hold onto with her arms tied behind her back like this. Satoru has one hand wrapped around her wrists and the other at her hip, and he’s relentless in his thrusts. She’s leaning forward, bent partway at the waist and rocks forward onto her toes with every movement and he’s still so big that even as he pulls out to thrust again she’s dragged backward on his cock, the burn is delicious. Utahime is making tiny little sounds with each thrust, she can barely stand upright, there’s so many sensations, he keeps managing to strike that bundle of nerves in her that sends her reeling and everything is simultaneously too much and too little. Satoru is hot against her, his lips run down her neck and he bites and marks her skin every chance he gets.
“So obedient,” He purrs into her ear and she moans, shivering as his warm breath travels across her skin, “You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”
Satoru’s hands move from her hip to her hair, and he lets go of her tied wrists to settle another large hand in her lower stomach, pushing them flush together. The sudden force and new angle has her breathless, “Ah aah! Satoru–!”
“Yeah? Open your eyes Utahime.”
She shivers at the roughness of his voice, deep and throaty and it feels so good knowing she’s the cause of it. Satoru tugs her by her hair, and she’s compelled to follow his words and slowly starts to open her eyes. It’s difficult with the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through her body right now, every thrust has her wanting to squeeze her eyes shut again but she forces herself to look at the mirror in front of them.
Oh. Oh.
She looks utterly wrecked. Face flushed, sweat and spit, legs spread obscenely for Satoru. He’s framing her with his body and his eyes are dark over her shoulder, hungry and lustful and, and–
Utahime whimpers. Satoru moves his hand up to cup her breasts and she can see the outline of his cock pressing against her stomach.
“Look how well you’re taking my cock,” He whispers, “Stretched out like this.”
God, he’s actually– The realisation drives her over the edge, and she comes with his name on her lips, completely wrecked, shaking and gasping for air as her orgasm hits hard. Satoru groans and he deftly unties her hands and pushes her back onto the bed. Utahime’s head is spinning, still riding out her orgasm as Satoru spreads her legs once more, and plunges in.
She arches up immediately and her lips part in a scream that she muffles with her fingers.
Satoru chuckles above her, pulling away her hands, “Don’t be shy, let the neighbours hear.”
He’s relentless and she loves it. It’s good. It’s so good. He fucks deep into her, and the slap of skin on skin and the sounds of their breathing is all so filthy and debauched and depraved and Utahime clutches onto the sheets as she rolls her hips back up to meet him. She’s so overstimulated that it almost hurts but the feeling of Satoru is too good to resist. She wants him to fuck her until she can’t walk, until she can’t remember anything but him and his stupid big cock.
“Really, you shouldn’t call my dick names Utahime, that’s so rude,” He says, but his voice is strained and she knows his control is fraying and he just needs that tiny little push over.
“N-ngh ah– ah– ah–! Please please,” She babbles, unsure what she’s even asking for, “Harder, I want– Oh, oh– yes, yes please please Satoru please ah–!”
“God Utahime you’re so good like this, fuck fuck–“
He places both hands around her waist and lifts her lower back up off the bed, fingers digging into her skin and somehow he goes deeper, faster, harder finding a new spot to bully her and Utahime sees stars. She can’t think of anything but him, just him, “Come in me,” She gasps, “Please Satoru.”
The next three thrusts are so perfect, so deep and good and she comes again, his name a crazed litany on her lips as he slows down his pace. Utahime doesn’t even know what’s happening, her head is swimming in the throes of pleasure. She’s vaguely aware when he pulls out, and she can feel the slickness between them. Satoru slides a finger through the mess they’ve created and spreads it over her stomach, it’s so debauched but she can’t bring herself to care. She’s warm, the sheets are soft and he’s here with her. His other hand comes up to run through the messy strands of her hair and she sighs into the touch.
“You okay?” He whispers, leaning over her to kiss her gently, tugging slightly at her swollen lips. He sinks into the space next to her and she automatically curls in closer to him.
Utahime manages a nod, humming in satisfaction. She’s starting to come down from her high. His hair tickles her cheek and she huffs out, “That was–“
“The best sex you’ve ever had?”
She turns her head towards him, he makes this joke every single time. Utahime barely resists the urge to roll her eyes and huffs instead.
Satoru pouts, his eyes are dark in the half lighting of their room but still brilliant as ever, “Aw come on, praise me a little.”
“It was good,” She says shortly, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction.
“Only good?” He sounds affronted, “You were begging me for it.”
“You talk too much.”
“But you love my voice!”
Utahime huffs, that’s true, she does like his voice. And his face. And his personality, but only a little. She yawns, the edges of sleep pulling at her and she feels him press another light kiss to her cheek, her nose.
“Sleep,” He says.
“We’re both filthy.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean us up,” Satoru murmurs, voice soft, “You go to sleep Utahime.”
A warmth swells in her chest at his words and she feels a sudden urge to tell him something. It’s not like she really had to say anything, they’ve come to a mutual agreement on this long ago but–
“Satoru?”
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
She hears a sharp intake of breath and there’s quiet for a moment, “Ah,” He chuckles, but it sounds so unsure, so unlike him, “Don’t say that too often, it’s bad for my heart.”
“I mean it.”
“Utahime I–“
He can be so dense sometimes, “I mean it,” She says again reaching out brush her fingers over his cheek, over the scar on his forehead. His eyes are gorgeous, brilliant blue even in the lowlight, “Do you not like me back?”
She almost laughs at the sheer panic that crosses his features as he stumbles over himself to try and reassure her - not that she needed any reassurance, she knows after all.
“Yes, yes I do, of course I do,” Satoru says in a rush, so determined to let her know he cares. She knows he does. It’s why he makes her breakfast, and braids her hair, and brings her back snacks and little gifts from his trips and listens to her vent her frustrations and holds her when she feels upset.
“Then what is it?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t want something bad to happen.”
The implication lingers in the air, the very reason he has his six eyes, his incredible ability, the reason they’re both teachers. But Utahime only scoffs, pinching his cheek lightly, affectionately and she feels herself smiling.
“Are you not Gojo Satoru, the stronger sorcerer in the world?”
“And if I am?”
Utahime feels sleep tugging at the edges of her consciousness and her eyes start to flutter shut, “Then we’ll be fine, you worry too much.”
Her hands slides off his cheek but he catches it, and she feels the press of his lips against her fingers.
Utahime hears the quietest, softest of words, a litany of ‘I love yous’, a holy prayer whispered into her skin over and over again like a promise and when she finally drifts off to sleep, she dreams of spring.