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As he stepped across the line separating the Gojo estate from the rest of the world, Satoru popped his neck with a loud crack, grunting with relief. He always got so tense when he returned home during break, but he knew it was unavoidable. Now that he was getting older, he had more duties than ever before, especially since he would be taking over as the head of his clan after graduation. His father was old, almost twenty years older than his mother, so he wouldn’t be around much longer.
Honestly, it would’ve been easier if his old man died, but Satoru supposed he should be grateful that the useless bastard was waiting to kick the bucket until he was done with school.
He would’ve preferred to stay back at school with his friends, but they were all so busy. Their third year at Jujutsu High was proving to be relentless, which was saying something considering he’d literally died in his second year. They were coming into their own as proper sorcerers now. Suguru tended to take on extra missions during breaks so he didn’t have to spend as much time home and Shoko was more than happy to “spend time away from you freaks” as she fondly said after they’d seen her off at the train station.
Still, as much as Satoru didn’t enjoy visiting home, it did have its bright spots. Home made him think of his parents and his responsibilities, but it also meant Utahime. She was here, and that was enough to lighten his steps and brighten his mood.
The Zen’in and Kamo clans tended to fill the ranks of their servants with lesser cousins and hired help, but the Gojo clan was smaller though more powerful with Satoru around. They’d retained families for generations, loyal servants who were practically born to serve them. It was an honor, especially now. They were well paid and taken care of, treated with far more dignity and respect than servants from the other clans. Utahime’s family was one of them, just her parents and her now after her grandparents’ retirement and passing.
She was so pretty . It wasn’t just her looks either. Her cursed energy was stunning, brimming with more strength than she realized. He could’ve told her, but he was wary of what that might change. Technically, she was strong enough to attend sorcery school and he knew, from past experience, that she had a cursed technique of her own, though she wasn’t aware of it. He’d realized it early on, back when they were kids, but scared that she would be sent away, he’d kept it to himself. His parents had to know too, but they said nothing either.
Her voice was beautiful as well. She had such a lovely singing voice, certainly good enough for the world to hear, but she didn’t sing outside of the estate. His little caged songbird. He wasn’t fond of sharing, having once told her that she wasn’t to sing for anyone but him. He wasn’t sure if she’d actually listened, but he liked to think she did. Stubborn as she was, Utahime was also obedient. She might put up a fight once in a while, which he always enjoyed, but she listened in the end.
Thinking about her now brought a smile to his face. She had to be around here somewhere. He should probably show his face to his parents first, greet them appropriately and listen to their plans for him during break, but he was more focused on Utahime. They could wait. He might have come here for his duties, but he hadn’t come here to see them. He came for her. He’d kept the secret of her abilities, but it meant being apart from her while at school.
What did she get up to while he was gone? Who did she hang out with when he wasn’t requesting her presence as much as he could? Who did she speak to? Did she stay on the grounds or did she leave? He could demand all these answers from her, but it was better to find out from others. She might keep something from him, afraid of any sort of reprimand or determined to keep secrets for herself.
Silly Utahime. As if she could hide anything from him. She should know better by now.
However, after searching the estate for longer than usual, Utahime was nowhere to be found. Satoru stood in the middle of a small garden. It wasn’t as lush as it would be during the spring, the fresh snow and bare bushes allowing remnants of a past destruction to be seen. Some scars never healed entirely. He’d destroyed this place when he was a child, not entirely on accident, overpowered by Utahime’s cursed technique and losing control of Red technique in the process.
He felt a similar irritation building up inside him, cracking his fingers at his side. She should’ve been here when he returned, awaiting his arrival.
It didn’t take him long to find another servant, backing the girl against a wall. “Where is Utahime?”
“She– She’s–” The poor girl stammered, eyes wide with fright. In his frustration, he let his cursed energy bleed out of him, and she couldn’t shake the sensation of dread threatening to swallow her. “The lady of the house sent her to-to town for an er-errand–”
Satoru gritted his teeth. Of course the woman had gone under his nose to do something dirty like that, knowing Utahime would serve as a distraction for him. Well, unfortunately for his mother, that just made Satoru more determined to seek Utahime out and stick it to them. It wasn’t like they actually loved him, not like Utahime did.
Nonetheless, it wasn’t the servant girl’s fault, so he forced a smile onto his face, thanked her, and then told her to let the lady of the house know that he would be going into town. After she bowed, almost bending over completely in half, he turned on his heels and walked away. Utahime could be skittish with him sometimes, but she’d never been as terrified as that girl. It was one of the things that made her so appealing. Satoru knew his strength was intimidating, even downright frightening, but that never had really mattered to her. He liked that she wasn’t so scared of him that she did whatever he wanted without question, trembling and stuttering the whole time.
Then again, when he finally found her in town, maybe he’d been too lax with her.
He wasn’t sure what kind of errands his mother might have sent her on, but when he spotted her standing outside a bakery, she certainly didn’t look like she was running errands. Sure, she had a bag slung over her shoulder that was obviously filled with things from the market, but she was too busy talking with another young man to care about that. No, she wasn’t just talking with him – she was laughing, smiling . She was bright and warm, like the sun, but Satoru could only feel cold as he watched her giggle politely behind a hand and flutter her eyes at the guy.
Satoru’s first instinct was to lash out – blow up with an immeasurable sense of power and rage – but he wasn’t a child anymore. He used to do all sorts of stupid things to get her to pay attention to him when she was busy doing chorework. One time, he’d even knocked over a vase, some ancient family heirloom, smirking as she was forced to get on her knees to pick up the shattered pieces. She’d cried so angrily, more afraid of getting in trouble with his father than him, but he hadn’t cared, thinking of how it was her fault for not listening to him.
He wasn’t going to throw a tantrum though, not now. He was nearing the end of his third year at Jujutsu High and was already considered the strongest sorcerer of their time. Even if he wanted to blow up that stupid little shit with a flick of his fingers, he wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t necessary, after all. He didn’t need to show off his power to wield power, especially not here.
Instead, taking a deep breath, Satoru painted a smile onto his face and made his way over to them. “Hey, Utahime! What are you doing all the way out here?”
Utahime startled so badly that she nearly dropped the small box she was holding in her hands. She spun around, her face pale, and gasped, “Gojo–” only to be cut off when he threw an arm over her shoulders. It knocked her off balance, but he pulled her against his side to keep her from falling over.
“Did ya miss me?” Satoru asked sweetly.
“I–” Utahime looked stunned, her eyes wide with shock. This must have been odd for her. It was one thing for her to speak to him more personally when they were in private and formally when around the other servants and clan members, but it was completely different in front of just a regular person. Surely the boy knew she worked for the Gojo clan, but he clearly didn’t know the extent of her servitude. “Wh-What are you doing here?”
He could’ve scolded her for speaking to him so informally, but a single tilt of his head made her swallow thickly. He could be nice when he felt like it though, and since he’d missed her so much, he figured that he could give her a little leeway for her impolite behavior. “I’m on break, remember? I came home to take care of business and visit.” A pout flashed across his face. “Imagine my disappointment when I couldn’t find you.”
“I’m–I’m sorry, your mother sent me into town to–”
“To have a bit of fun?” Satoru’s attention to the young man standing awkwardly in front of them. “Who’s your friend? I don’t think we’ve met. I’m–”
“Gojo Satoru!” the other boy blurted, clearly panicked. He bowed more than necessary, but his immediate need to lower himself was pleasant and amusing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. We’ve heard that you have been busy at Jujutsu High, but I’m honored to be here for your return.”
“Oh, he’s polite.” Satoru chuckled. “See? It’s not that difficult.”
Utahime was stiff under his arm. “I’m finished here. We can leave–”
“What were you doing here anyway?” Satoru asked casually. “You two seem awfully familiar with each other. Utahime didn’t tell me about any friends from town.” He let out a sigh. “I’m kind of sad. I tell you about all my friends from school.”
“We’re not–” Utahime bit down on her tongue when Satoru peered at her sideways. She could try to backpedal and say they weren’t friends, probably hurting him in the process, but it would be a lie. He’d seen the way they spoke with each other and interacted. They weren’t just familiar with each other; they were most certainly friends – and, considering the way this boy had been gazing at her, it was obvious he wanted more.
Satoru would know. It was similar to the way he looked at Utahime.
Perhaps sensing the growing tension between them, the boy jumped forward to explain. “I’m Yu. My, uh, my family owns this bakery. It’s been in our family for generations, and I’m– We’re honored to have been of service to your clan over the years. Your family often places orders with us for celebrations at the Gojo estate.”
“Have they now?”
“I was buying a cake for you,” Utahime mumbled, her eyes cast downward.
Satoru flicked open the box to peer inside, his mouth delighting even as his stomach turned. “My favorite. Aw, you know me so well.” He closed the box and winked at Yu. “Utahime is one of the best servants we have at the estate, you know. Her family has served us for generations as well. We grew up together. She’s very precious to me.”
“I–” Yu’s eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. “Of course.”
“She’s taken such good care of me over the years.” Satoru could feel Utahime sinking further, as if she wanted the ground to swallow her whole, so he pinched her side to make her jump and continued, “Her parents trained her well. She’s good wife material.”
Utahime blushed. “I’m done with my errands. We can go back–”
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that about her,” Satoru continued in a gleeful tone, absolutely ruthless. “She was so cute when we were kids, so rowdy, but she’s really blossomed into a beautiful young woman since I’ve been away for school.” He laughed, more to himself since neither Utahime nor Yu were laughing with him. “I was a bit afraid someone would snatch her up or my mother might marry her off. That happens sometimes to girls born in servant families.”
“I, ah…” Yu cleared his throat. “She’s very lovely and kind. You must be, uh, you must be happy to see her again.”
“Ecstatic,” Satoru stated. “We’ve got loads to catch up on.” He abruptly let go of her, and she almost fell down again, having been leaning against him. Satoru gestered to them both. “But if you two were busy already, then I can leave. I’ll return to our home on my own. I don’t want to interrupt anything intimate.”
Utahime looked like she might burst into tears. “No, it’s not like that!”
“It isn’t,” Yu agreed quickly. “Like-like you said, we’re friends. That’s it.”
Well, even if he was a little shit for trying to become more than friendly with Utahime before, the bakery boy seemed to be smart enough to catch on that his presence wasn’t welcomed. Of course, it might have had more to do with Satoru than anything. Even though he’d spoken with a casual and friendly tone, the aura radiating from him due to his cursed energy was anything but that. Weak as he was, he still had enough cursed energy to have been considered for a Window position. Maybe Satoru could put in a word for him with the higher-ups and have him sent off somewhere. He wouldn’t be needed here, after all.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way.” Satoru smiled down at Utahime. “I’m just very protective of her, is all. She means a lot to me. We take very good care of the men and women in our service, but I’ll admit that I’m a bit partial to her.”
“No-no, I understand,” Yu insisted, his face growing as pale as the flour dusting his pants. “She’s lucky to work for someone as benevolent and thoughtful as you. The Gojo clan is very considerate, but it must be an honor to be so… beloved by the head of the clan.”
“You make it sound so formal,” Satoru laughed. “I’ve known her my whole life. It was impossible for us not to be close, what with the way we grew up.” He patted her head on the head, grinning at the way her fingers twitched around the box. She wanted to smack him away but refrained. “She’s always been there for me, and I would be devastated if she was hurt in any way.” Satoru snorted softly. “In fact, I killed the last man who tried. Do you remember, Utahime?”
Biting her lip, Utahime nodded. “You… You saved me.”
Sighing, Satoru gestured vaguely. “That was a long time ago. I wasn’t all that in control of my abilities back then – blew up an entire garden, my father was pissed – but I’ve gotten better.” He reached out to grasp one of her pigtails, twisting the hair around his finger, his gaze focused on where they were connected. “She’s a good girl – hard-working, obedient, kind, attentive, loyal.”
That last word made her freeze. Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his, a light of understanding dawning in them. One of the best things he loved about her was how loyal she was to him – the way she would take the blame for him to keep him out of trouble, how she would always sing to him whenever Six Eyes gave him a migraine as a kid, the times she let him cling to her and hold her hand when other clans visited. She was there for him. She loved him.
She was loyal – but this didn’t feel like loyalty to him. It felt akin to betrayal, something he’d never associated with her before. How many other times had she betrayed him behind his back while he was gone?
“And it is our hope that we may continue to be loyal to you,” Yu continued, ignorant of what was passing between Satoru and Utahime. “My family – the whole town – is incredibly grateful for everything the Gojo clan has done for us over the years.”
Tugging on Utahime’s hair, Satoru explained, “You might not realize it, but this area is completely devoid of curses. The Gojo clan has protected it since we made this land our home. It’s our thanks for their loyalty. We protect them from harm, and they in turn serve us. None of the other clans go out of their way like that. I used to hunt down curses when I was a child with my father before I went to school. I think we even took care of one here.”
Yu nodded. “Ye-yes, I was there for it. I saw you–” He lowered his gaze to the ground. “Your abilities were incredible even back then, so I can only imagine how strong you’ve become. I, uh, I can’t even…” He held out his hands. “Please, if you need anything – or want anything – I’d be honored to get it for you. I don’t know if we properly thanked you for your help.”
“No need,” Satoru said, waving him away. “That’s what being a sorcerer is all about. I’m always happy to help those in need.”
In other words, it was his job to help the weak, and compared to him, this boy was pathetic.
Turning back to Utahime, Satoru asked, “Is there anything else you needed to do here?” She shook her head, her shoulders slumped as she hugged the box against her chest. “Let’s go home then. I’ve missed you.” Letting go of her hair, he waved at Yu. “I’ll see you around.”
He looked like he hoped they’d never cross paths again, and Satoru fought back a cackle. It was so easy to scare people that knew of him, but it felt even better to know he’d successfully protected Utahime from him.
She was silent as they walked back to the Gojo estate, eyes trained on the ground and one step behind him, a proper servant of the clan. Satoru let her play the part, a little satisfied with the way she was already debasing herself for him after she’d gone behind his back. He stood in the corner of the kitchen as she unpacked everything and handed them over to the kitchen staff, arms folded across his chest and eyes never leaving her. When she was done, she turned to look at him, and he gestured to the door with a nod.
He didn’t have to say it for her to know where he wanted her.
Ducking her head again, perhaps to avoid the curious looks between the other servants, Utahime slipped out of the kitchen. This time, Satoru was one step behind her, following her like an unavoidable shadow. The closer they got to their destination, the faster his heart raced, a mixture of emotions burning inside him now that he was in the privacy of his own home. He could truly feel all of them now – excitement, anger, joy, disgust. She always managed to whip him up into a state.
She slid the door open to his bedroom, stopping in the middle and refusing the turn around as he closed it behind him. There was a chance a servant would be sent to fetch him now that he’d returned or maybe one of his parents would seek him out, but he didn’t care. He had business to take care of first – very important business, seeing as how he was close to being the head of house.
Unable to stand the silent treatment anymore, Utahime spun around. “Gojo, I–”
He didn’t allow her to continue, storming forward and taking her face in his hands so he could press his lips against hers. She tasted just as he remembered – of some kind of fruit, maybe a pear, her favorite kind of snack since she wasn’t big of sweets. She’d probably eaten one from the market while wandering about town. He backed her further into the room, until she nearly tripped over his futon. It had been rolled out in preparation for his return, ready for him should he want to rest first.
Resting was the last thing on his mind, but it worked out for him regardless.
“Missed you,” Satoru muttered against her lips, still kissing her insistently.
Utahime flailed for a moment before pressing her hands against his chest and pushing on him. “This isn’t– Gojo, this isn’t right. You shouldn’t–”
“Why not?” Gojo demanded, nipping at her bottom lip. She flinched, and he pulled away to look her in the face, rubbing a thumb over the sore spot he’d bit. “Don’t you know how much I missed you while I was away? I thought about you basically every night. You didn’t think of me?”
“I…” Utahime squirmed, but he wouldn’t let her go, forcing her to look him in the eyes through his glasses. She could see her reflection in them, the pleading in her own gaze and pink-flushed cheeks. “Of course I did. It’s always so…quiet…when you’re not around.”
“Quiet, huh.” Satoru looked her over, searching her expression carefully. “Is that why you sought out someone else’s company? Was it too quiet? Were you bored?”
“No, he–” Utahime pressed her lips together, a flash of stubbornness coming over her. “Am I supposed to keep to myself while you’re gone being a sorcerer and spending time with your friends? Am I meant to be alone? Locked up here with just my work to keep me company? Can’t I have friends too?”
Satoru shrugged. “Sure.”
“I work for the Gojo clan, yes,” Utahime told him, “but you can’t expect me to put my life entire on pause whenever you’re gone and wait for you to return before I can live again.”
Humming, Satoru tapped her cheek with a finger. “That’s what you were doing then, eh? Living your life – without me.”
Utahime’s shoulders sank. “You’re gone for so long. This is your home, but you don’t like it here. Why can’t you have your life and I can have mine too?”
Satoru let go of her face and took a step back, but she didn’t sigh with relief. She stood still as he folded his arms across his chest and surveyed her, truly looking her over. It had been almost three months since he’d last been with her, but she didn’t look that much different. She was wearing a pretty kimono, something that set her apart from the other servants, her hair the same style, and she wasn’t growing taller anymore. For him, it was like nothing had changed, and yet somehow, she did feel different.
She’d turn twenty-one in a few months. Maybe she was starting to think ahead.
“Girls get married around your age, don’t they?” Satoru mused. “Is that what you want? Do you want to get married – settle down, start a family?”
Utahime bit her lip, much gentler than he had. “So what if I do?”
“Oh, Utahime, you know it can’t be that simple,” Satoru said with a light chuckle. “What were you thinking – that you could find someone outside to marry you and whisk you away from here?” She furrowed her brow, but silly as she was, she was at least smart enough not to speak up yet. “Is that what you were imagining? That the boy from the bakery would ask for your hand? You could marry him, live upstairs above the shop, pop out a few kids, dirty apron and barefoot and baking.”
“That’s not–” Utahime snapped her mouth shut, a hint of a glare in her eyes. “What’s wrong with that?”
“You don’t get it, do you?” Satoru surged forward, snatching her by the chin before she could back out of his reach. He didn’t squeeze down hard, but her eyes widened in fear. “You belong to me – and therefore, anyone you marry would belong to me as well, including whatever whelps you have. There is no life outside of here for you. Don’t you realize that’s what happened to your mother?”
Utahime blinked. “Wh-what?”
“She didn’t tell you? Aw, that’s a shame.” Satoru shook his head. “She was a servant for the Zen’in clan – and let me warn you, they’re a lot harsher over there. You think I’m bad?” He let his other hand coast down her side, letting it linger over her hip so he could press his fingers into the small of her back. “They’re brutal. The gods know what they’d do to a pretty girl like you. And your mother, well, she knew it was easy to barter marriage between servants, even in other clans. Your father needed a wife, and she needed to escape. My mother saved her, just as I saved you.”
“No… no, they said they married for love – that they–”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not what happened.” Satoru stroked his hand up and down her hip, drawing her in closer to him. “They barely knew each other, much less loved each other. They aren’t like us.”
She stilled, staring at him again, her lips parted slightly, then shoved at him again. “Stop it.”
“You don’t think I love you?” Satoru questioned, rather hurt by her assumption. “Or do you not love me?”
“Stop it,” Utahime snapped. “This isn’t– This isn’t love. You’re just having fun with me–”
Satoru scoffed. “You think this is just a bit of fun for me?”
Without warning, he knocked her backward, shoving her onto her ass on the futon. She went down with a yelp, but before she could scramble back to her feet, he crawled over her, straddling her body with his long legs. He’d hit a growth spurt when he was fourteen, towering over her with a lanky figure, but he was growing more into his body now, muscular and heavy. It only made Utahime look even more petite and cute underneath him, thrashing about uselessly as he pinned her down weight his weight alone.
“Gojo, get off me!” Utahime beat her fists against his chest, and, even though he could easily rebuff her with Infity, he let her. He wanted to feel her. “You’re being an ass!”
“I’m being an ass? When you’re being such a bitch?”
“You–”
Satoru had held himself back from lashing out before when they were in public, but they were in private now, and he didn’t have to hold back shit. He slapped her across the face, not too hard, just enough to make her head jerk to the side and stop her cold. She blinked, tears burning her eyes, but it was enough to zap the fight out of her. He hated hitting her – couldn’t fucking stand it – and he grew dark and moody whenever he found out that she was physically punished for anything.
But fuck if she wasn’t so difficult sometimes. He knew she loved him, and he loved her. Who cared if she was just a lowly servant? He sure as hell didn’t, and that was all that mattered.
“Shit, you always get me so damn worked up.”
In more ways than one. He was angry, yes, but he was also absurdly aroused. All that squirming underneath him had only managed to make him hard. She didn’t fight him when he ground himself against her, thinking about how tight it would be between her thighs. A little whimper escaped her when he rolled his hips, pressing the hard length of his cock against her, but she didn’t tell him no. She usually fought him up until this point, allowing him to fondle and rut himself against her until he came.
That was normally enough to sate him until he saw her again, but it didn’t feel like enough now, no matter how it felt to rub on her.
He tore at her clothes, wanting to rid her of every barrier between them. She cried out, struggling some, but he managed to undo the obi and shove open her kimono, more than a little frustrated to find a slip underneath. Instead of trying to pull it over her head, he ripped at the thin material, making her yelp his name, but he didn’t care, relieved to find the bare skin of her stomach. He rested on the futon beside her and touched her, sliding his palm over the smooth skin, enjoying the way it fluttered underneath him.
“Gojo, please…” Utahime was trembling, but her pleas were the only lingering signs of her fight.
She didn’t try to shove him away when he slid his hand into her underwear so he could cup her mound. He didn’t mind the tuft of hair that she hadn’t trimmed, not as he stroked a finger through her folds. She was only a little wet, but he knew how quickly that could change. Truly obedient, her body got wet fast. After a bit of rubbing her clit and kissing her neck, it made the glide easier, allowing him to slide a finger into her cunt. She stiffened, grasping his arm with both hands, but all she could do was lay there and pant heavily as he fingered her.
He could still remember the first time. They’d kissed plenty of times before – Satoru pushing her up against a wall behind a shrine, playfully backing her into a corner while she was trying to clean, in a garden as they sat next to the koi pond while she giggled sweetly. He’d touched her intimately too, usually to rile her up. Dropping stuff on the floor so she’d have to pick it up, and he could grab her ass. A hand over her chest when they made out away from prying eyes. She fought to keep her clothes on, but he’d seen glimpses here and there, one time making her change out of dirty clothes in front of him and walking in another time while she was bathing.
That night had been different though. He’d convinced her to sleep on a futon in his room, like old times, using some half-assed excuse about being gone from her for too long for the first time. It hadn’t been long before he’d crawled in beside her, waiting until the dead of night when the rest of the estate was asleep. Kissed her and felt her up until she woke up, hitched one of her legs over his so he could rut into her. She’d tried to push him away, sensing a change, but he’d slid a hand into her panties instead, excited to find her wet. He’d had to put a hand over her mouth to keep her from making loud noises, but he couldn’t forget the squelching sounds her cunt made every time he pressed his fingers into her or the way she’d spasmed around them when she came.
Two years later, it was almost the same. He rolled her body to face his, burying two fingers into her as he rolled his hips. Even though she was whimpering, her body did the same, following his movements. His cock was hard in his pants, pressing up against her stomach with each thrust. He’d gotten himself off to the thought of her so many times that it didn’t take much to get him worked up. All he had to do was watch her face now – her cheeks flushed, her eyes fluttering, her lips parted as she panted and whined, the absolute pleasure.
It wasn’t long before she was cumming, her walls squeezing three of his fingers. He sensed her scream before he heard it and had to slam his lips against hers from stopping it. Honestly, he couldn’t have cared less if the whole estate heard her screaming while he fingerfucked her, but it was her cursed energy that he had to nip in the bud. It was more powerful than she would ever know, washing over him so strongly that it whited out all his senses. He came almost immediately after he felt it, like some sort of aphrodisiac, the boost of energy it gave him making him lose sense.
But he didn’t want to stop now. He wasn’t done with her yet. This time was different.
Knowing she tended to be limp and exhausted after an orgasm, having spent an unusual amount of cursed energy without realizing it, Gojo quickly rid himself of his clothes, tearing off his jacket and shirt in one go, kicking off his shoes, and then shucking his pants and briefs. So out of it, Utahime didn’t even seem to notice, her eyes closed and her head lolling side-to-side. She was humming under her breath, little tremors of her cursed energy wafting in the air, and he shuddered. Carefully, he pulled her upright and pulled her arms through the sleeves, laying her back down on her spread-out kimono and tossing the ruined slip aside.
However, when he tugged on the band of her underwear, she stirred, blinking her eyes open. “Gojo, what–?”
“Sh, sh,” Satoru murmured, kissing her on the ankle gently. “It’s okay.”
He pulled more firmly on her underwear, dragging them down, but she kicked out in a panic, suddenly aware of his intentions. She nearly knocked him in the jaw, just barely missing and sliding off his chest. Well, there went his attempts to be gentle. He roughly pulled them off, then spread her legs with one hand on her knee and used his body to keep them open.
“C’mon, Uta, just let me show you how much I love you,” Satoru almost-whined, knowing it sometimes appealed to that part of her brain that couldn’t help but want to take care of him.
“No, no, I can’t– I haven’t–” She was panicking, her chest rising and falling dramatically as she struggled to breathe. It only accentuated her chest more. She’d filled out more as well, her chest budding into that of a young woman. He wanted to bite her tits, leave her with marks under her bra that only he would know about. “Please, Gojo, I’ve never… I-I wanted to save myself for–”
“For who? For marriage?” Satoru leaned over her and pressed his lips against hers, sealing this moment with a kiss. She resisted for a moment, but when he nudged at her lips with his tongue, she parted them so he could slip inside and taste her. She moaned, sounding both aroused and confused by the way she responded to him. “You were always being saved for me. You knew that.”
Tears slipped out of the corners of Utahime’s eyes, trailing down her temples and into her hair. “Please, I’m not– I don’t-don’t want to be just-just some clan whore–”
“And you won’t be,” Satoru insisted, cupping her face and kissing her again. “You’re special.” He nuzzled noses with her, endearing and playful. “I even saved myself for you.”
At that admission, Utahime stopped trying to squirm away from him. “You… You haven’t been…?”
Satoru shook his head. “Oh, trust me, I’ve got girls throwing themselves at me and my parents trying to foist matches for marriage onto me, but I wasn’t about to let my first time be with anyone else but you.”
Utahime’s lips trembled. “Why me?”
“Because no one sees me for just me, only you.” Satoru gave her a lopsided smile. “You see me – the best and worst parts – and not just some role that I’ve been given. I’m not the heir to the Gojo clan, the strongest sorcerer of our time, the holder of Six Eyes and Limitless – I’m just Satoru. And you still love me.”
She was gripping his arm, unable to wrap a hand around one of his biceps. She lifted her other hand, shaky as it was, to rest on his face. “This isn’t right. You shouldn’t do this with me. There are others that are more suitable–”
“I don’t want them.”
“Gojo–”
“Satoru,” he instructed breathlessly, rubbing the tip of his dick between her folds. It already felt good, her wetness slicking him. “Call me Satoru – and tell me you love me.”
An almost pained expression crossed Utahime’s face. “I-I love you, Satoru.”
A shiver of pleasure ran through his body at her words alone, and he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, breathing out, “ Fuck ,” as he shoved the tip of his cock into her at the same time. She instantly stiffened, digging her nails into his arm, but even the pain felt good. He’d not allowed anyone to touch him, not since… Shit, he couldn’t think about that, not when only a fourth of his cock was inside her.
He let go of himself so he could wrap his arms around her, forcing her to stay still as he inched his cock further into her. Despite being wet and stretched out from his fingers, she was so fucking tight, the squeeze of her walls making him feel delirious. Her cries were muffled against his chest, yelps ripped from her whenever he thrusted an inch deeper, until finally, with a sense of both relief and mania, he was buried to the hilt. Her cunt fluttered around him, spasming from the shock, and he groaned deeply.
“You feel so fucking good, Uta,” Satoru slurred, his eyes closing over the sensation. He edged out of her slightly, then pushed back in, her entire body trembling in his arms. She was almost too tight for him to move, but after a few more short and deep thrusts, she’d loosened up enough for him.
“Hu-Hurts,” she whimpered. “It’s too-too big–”
Satoru kissed the top of her head. “Nah, you just gotta get used to it.”
She’d enjoy it – he’d make sure she did – and thrusted into her again to prove a point. She spasmed, crying out again, but now that he could sense a bit of relief, he didn’t want to hold back anymore. Sitting on his knees, he wrapped his arms underneath her legs and pulled her back fully onto his cock. She arched her back, but unable to scramble away from him, the only thing she could do was put a hand over her mouth and grab fistfuls of a blanket as he pumped his cock in and out of her. At this angle, he could watch it, completely mesmerized by the way he slid into her body.
He wanted her to get off again, his ego demanding it, but honestly, she felt so amazing that he didn’t think he’d be able to last much longer. Next time, he told himself, he’d be able to fuck her longer. This was his first time as well, and her cunt was so much better than his hand. She was warm and wet, so inviting. He couldn’t imagine his first time being with anyone else, not when she seemed to fit him so perfectly. Despite being so small and tight, she’d managed to take him. He wasn’t even finished yet and he wanted to do it again, cum inside her as many times as he could, fuck her until they fell asleep and let her warm his cock.
It was what she’d been made to do; he was sure of it.
Sensing his orgasm rushing on him quickly, Satoru let her legs drop so he could lean over her again, planting one hand on the ground to hold himself up and grabbing one of her hands to bring it between them. “Touch yourself.”
Utahime shook her head weakly, her body jolting with every sharp thrust. “I-I can’t–”
He pressed down on her hand, forcing her fingers onto her clit. “Do it.”
With a whimper, Utahime clumsily began to rub herself. It didn’t matter if she was close to orgasming again or not. Her walls tightened around him, a little gasp pouring from her lips at the bolt of pleasure her own fingers caused while his cock was inside her. He lost sight of what he was doing, and everything happened so fast. One second, he was trying to wait for her to get off first, and the next, he was pumping in and out of her so roughly that she couldn’t keep up. Before he knew it, he was cumming, spending himself inside her.
Utahime gasped, her eyes widening. “Satoru!”
“Fuck, Utahime, fuck fuck fuck–” His whole body was wracked with spasms as pleasure shot through his body, her cunt squeezing his cock for all its worth. It was damn near the best feeling in the world, almost better than when he’d brought himself back to life. It was definitely the best orgasm he’d ever had. He couldn’t ever rememeber cumming so hard, spilling so much inside her that it squirted out when he thrusted into her again.
By the time he finally came down, Satoru slumped over top of her, probably too much from the way she was panting of breath, but he couldn’t think, much less move. After a while, he wrapped one arm around her neck and slid the other under her ass, pushing her upward so that his softening cock wouldn’t slip out. He didn’t want to be parted from her yet, too distracted by the afterglow as the high of his pleasure slowly dimmed.
“See?” Satoru murmured, strands of hair tickling his face. “Do you believe me now?” He kissed the side of her head a few times, then let out a breathless laugh. “I was telling you the truth.”
Dimly, over the thump of his own heart and rush of blood in his ears, Satoru could hear Utahime crying, but he didn’t mind, not when he could feel her cursed energy entangled with his.