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It was supposed to be a reward. A relaxing holiday, a break from teaching, a thank you for all of Utahime’s hard work. Well it was a gift for all the teachers and staff but Utahime took her wins where she could. This, however, seemed like her worst nightmare came to fruition rather than something to enjoy.
Utahime stood frozen in the lobby of the onsen ryokan, her suitcase in hand. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. This particular ryokan was renowned for having rooms with private onsens. Every year, the entire staff received an all expenses paid trip, with the teachers receiving the best rooms. Gakuganji took care of the booking, who didn’t understand the booking process even though he insisted he didn’t need help, and booked her stay in a room with another person.
Satoru Gojo, to be exact.
Apparently on the phone he had referred to them as “counterparts”, thinking teaching partners but the receptionist took that to mean that they were romantic partners. A private romantic suite for an entire weekend with Satoru Gojo. It was a long train ride to even get there and it was too late for her to turn back now. The weather also hasn’t been forgiving lately. Constant snow storms rolling in, frigid temperatures, trekking back out into the cold was less than desirable.
“There’s really no other rooms?” she asked again in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. The rooms with private baths are booked out months in advance,” the receptionist replied and Utahime could sense that the poor worker was becoming exasperated with her questioning and gave it up.
Shoko, the traitor, decided not to come on this year’s staff trip, otherwise Utahime would’ve asked to stay in her room. It seemed unfair to Kusakabe, Ijichi, and the others to ask if they would take Gojo. She was sure no one would be jumping at the opportunity to spend the weekend with Gojo. So she resigned to her fate, cursing Gakuganji the entire way down to the room.
The room was huge. There was a private onsen out on the balcony, with a view of the snow topped forest. A table with seatings was in the middle of the room, near a traditional hearth. The futons were tucked away in a separate connected room, already made up and ready to sleep on. Decorated with intricate paintings and plants, there was a lot of attention to detail kept in mind when putting the room together. Soft, warm lighting washed over everything, giving it a welcoming glow that would put most people at ease immediately. Utahime was anything but at ease.
Now wearing slippers, Utahime padded over to the sleeping area immediately, leaving her suitcase by the sliding door. The two futons were laying side by side, made up to allow the occupants to sleep close together. Clearly, with a couple in mind. She yanked them apart, moving them as far away from each other as possible. There was no way she would ever sleep that close to Satoru Gojo.
Speaking of Gojo, he was late as usual. Utahime was torn between texting him and asking when he would be arriving and letting it be so she wouldn’t have to explain to him the room mixup herself. It may be the only moment of peace and quiet she would have the entire weekend so Utahime decided to gamble and try the bath before he got there.
The closet contained two yukatas, the floral one was for her and there was a much larger pale blue one for Gojo. She snatched hers off the hanger, the presence of the second yukata irritating her more. Even the garments were too close together.
Utahime chose the outdoor bath since it was the farthest the way and would give her the most time to put her yukata back on when she heard Gojo finally arrive. The wind was chilly and Utahime shivered underneath the thin fabric. A canopy overhead to shield the bath from any precipitation. There was a place to rinse off before getting into the bath. An assortment of fancy soaps were laid out and there was a detachable shower head. She cleaned herself as quickly as possible to maximize her alone time in the bath.
Steam rose up from the bath and the heat seeped in through her skin, banishing the cold. A soft trickle of water through a spout poured into the bath. Her muscles instantly relaxed and for a moment, Utahime could pretend like there was nothing bothering her. A moment of relaxation that was brief, because she kept looking back towards the room. There was a screen that shielded the view of the outside bath but that didn’t stop Utahime from looking to try and see if she could see any shadows.
When Utahime returned to Kyoto, she would have to sit Gakuganji down and show him how the Internet worked.
Her eyes were tired, it was a struggle to keep them open. It got dark so early now that it seemed later than it really was, especially after a full day of travel. Even in the dark winter, Utahime could tell that the scenery surrounding the ryokan was breathtaking. Fresh snow blanketed the gardens below and covered the trees. The warm bath was making her more tired. She was about to doze off.
“Honey, I’m home!” shouted a voice that belonged to the most annoying man she had ever met.
Utahime sat up immediately, the water sloshing around her. Scrambling out of the tub, she snatched up a towel and wrapped it around her body. Puddles of water pooled at her feet, her hair dripping wet because she didn’t have time to dry it. She didn’t know exactly how the Six Eyes viewed the world, enough to know that Gojo would be able to see that she was in the tub but unsure of how much details he could see. Utahime wasn’t about to ask him, it was better to be ignorant.
Gojo slid the screen open, already clad in his light blue yutaka. A pair of sunglasses resting on top of his head. “I heard we’re roommates,” he said, seeming much more cheery about the situation than Utahime did.
“I tried to get them to change,” Utahime said, pulling the towel tighter around her body.
“I’m hurt you don’t want to room with me,” Gojo said, an obnoxious smirk on his face.
Utahime grabbed a second towel to wring her hair out. “I pushed the futons apart. There’s enough space that we don’t actually have to spend that much time together except for meals–what are you doing?”
Gojo’s hands were on the front sash of his yutaka, untying it. His bare chest showing and Utahime caught him fast enough so the rest of him wasn’t exposed yet. She was stunned by his brashness. Not only did she have to worry about him seeing her naked, Gojo’s recklessness had her worried that she was going to see him naked too.
“Getting in the bath,” he explained, as if it wasn’t shocking to be naked in front of her.
“While I’m standing here?”
He winked. “I don’t care if you see.”
“Well,” Utahime faltered. “I care.”
She stomped out of the room since it was evident that he wasn’t going to listen to her and he was intent on being annoying immediately. Her yutaka in hand, she planned on putting it back on in the bathroom. It was difficult for Utahime to be in the same room as him for a multitude of reasons. His obnoxiousness for one, and her unfortunate attraction to him was another. Having him wear so little clothing around her made her less sure that she could keep her rationale.
The bathroom was a toilet, a vanity sink, and a mirror. Utahime saw how flushed her cheeks were in her reflection but she rationalized that it was because she just got out of a hot, steamy bath. She slipped her yutaka on, letting the towel fall to the floor. The ryokan supplied plenty of toiletries but Utahime brought a small collection of skincare with her. She was also the type of person who actually unpacked her suitcase and used the drawers.
Pulling out one of the drawers of the vanity to gauge how much room there was for her skincare, she was met with a couple boxes of condoms in a variety of sizes. Utahime slammed the drawer shut. The room was set up for a couple so she shouldn’t be surprised but it was just another reminder of how awkward her predicament was.
Gojo was in the bath for an infuriatingly long time. There was no TV or WIFI in the room and after flipping through every magazine available, Utahime felt like she exhausted her options for entertainment. She was laying on her futon, the one she pushed farthest away from the door, facing the wall. Sleep threatened to over take her until she heard the sliding door open and footsteps entered.
Utahime pretended that she was asleep, but she was sure Gojo knew that she was awake because her cursed energy always gave herself away. His cursed energy was also extremely present, stretching out and taking command of the room. It was one thing to feel like her vacation was stolen from her, but Utahime often felt out of control when Gojo was around. Being stuck with him in such close proximity made her nervous. It was unpredictable. Gojo always managed to elicit reactions from her that she wouldn’t normally have.
When Gojo finally stopped shifting on his futon, Utahime turned over a little to peer at him. His back was towards her, his white hair splayed out on the pillow. And notably, he was shirtless. Even in the dark, she could make out the defined muscles of his back. She prayed he was wearing pants at least. His newfound habit of displaying his nakedness to her was overwhelming.
Gojo was devastatingly attractive which made this situation all the more difficult for her. It irritated her when he incessantly seeked out her attention but it irritated her even more if she felt like he wasn’t paying attention to her at all. Sometimes Utahime could let herself like him a little bit but it always felt like no matter how much he wanted her audience, she was still being held at a distance. Utahime also wanted to hold him at distance because she was afraid that if he ever got too close, that would be the end for her.
These thoughts were easier to ignore when the subject of all her turmoil wasn’t laying naked in a dark room with her.
At some point, Utahime did manage to slow her mind enough to fall asleep. She woke up early, her body still on its usual schedule of being an early riser. Gojo was sprawled out on his back, his limbs all over the place. He kicked the blanket off in the middle of the night so it only covered one leg and his other leg was hanging out bare. Gojo didn’t go to bed naked like Utahime feared but he did only sleep in his underwear. His dark briefs contrasted with his pale skin. Her eyes raked over his defined chest and abs before lingering on his prominent bulge.
That was enough to get Utahime to rush out of there before she caught herself staring for too long. She quickly grabbed her jacket before exiting the room. A walk. She needed to go for a walk or something before the ryokan hosts brought them breakfast. Maybe she would even run into Kusakabe or Ijichi or anyone and she could forget that Satoru Gojo was in her room almost naked with his morning wood on display.
It was quiet in the public areas. Utahime was the only one still on her school year sleeping schedule it seemed. A hearth in the middle of the lobby crackled as fire consumed the wood. She threw on her jacket over her pajamas, a pair of silk shorts and a tank top. Not appropriate cold weather wear but she felt so overheated anyway, the cool air was needed. Her jacket was long enough that it reached her knees, only her calves were fully exposed.
The snow crunched underneath her boots as she wandered around the garden. She could tell from the way the windows of the other rooms were slowly lighting up that people were finally waking up. The cold nipped at her exposed skin but the fresh air helped. It was only a weekend and one night was over. Today and tomorrow. That was all she had to survive and then she didn’t have to worry about seeing Gojo for a long time.
Only Gojo would make her feel so flustered that she would feel the need to run out into the snow. It was unfair. She was always the one who was left frazzled and Gojo was unaffected. Walking around almost naked, Utahime didn’t have the same amount of confidence to do that. She wouldn’t do that around a colleague but she and Gojo had a strange relationship even before they both started teaching. Nothing seemed to bother him.
Fearing frostbite and growing hungry, Utahime finally went inside. She took off her wet boots at the door and put her slippers back on. The heat from the hearth instantly banished the cold. Breakfast would be served in her room and then she was free to find a new way to avoid Gojo.
When Utahime returned to the room, she saw that breakfast had already been laid out but no sign of Gojo. She peered into the bedroom and, to her displeasure, saw that the hosts remade the beds and pushed them back together. Utahime made note that she would have to shove them apart again. But no Gojo. Utahime couldn’t see him in either of the baths where she stood. The bathroom door was left open, light streaming out of it.
Unfortunately, Utahime had always been a curious person. The overwhelming desire to be in the know always ate away at her until she couldn’t help herself. It didn’t matter how awful something was, she needed to look. So when she noticed that Gojo could not be found in any other area of the room but the bathroom door was left open, she had to look.
“Ah fuck, Utahime,” Gojo moaned and Utahime froze, as rigid as the icicles that hung from the outer roof.
She shouldn’t have looked, she shouldn’t have been curious, but she did and she was. Gojo was standing in the bathroom completely naked, his hand around his cock, pumping himself. He was long and hard, the tip red, a thick vein running down the length, and shiny precum glistening at the head. His hand worked over himself furiously. And he was moaning her name. It was difficult to pry her eyes away when it was her he was clearly thinking about. The fact that he looked really good naked and she was unfortunately attracted to him didn’t help either.
His hair was messy from sleep and hung in his eyes. With each stroke of his cock, his abs flexed, pulling taunt as he got close. Prominent veins stood out on his arm and hand. And his fingers were so long. Utahime had noticed how large his hands were before and had to stop herself from staring at them during meetings while he fiddled with whatever was in front of him.
Getting a hold of herself, Utahime slowly backed out of the room, hoping he didn’t sense her cursed energy but he seemed too occupied. In the hall, her back was pressed against the wall and her heart was pounding. Satoru Gojo was masturbating and moaning her name and she had walked in on it. A good question would be why he had the audacity to do that with the door open, knowing that he was sharing the room with her in the first place but Utahime would never understand the inner workings of his mind.
She gave him another few minutes and then she decided to be brave and reenter the room. This time she loudly slid the door open and made her footsteps as heavy as possible so he would know she was coming in. Gojo was sitting at the table, clad in his yukata, his chopsticks poised in front of his mouth, her noisy entrance making him pause.
“Nice of you to finally join,” he said, popping his food into his mouth. There wasn’t a hint of awkwardness to him, nothing that gave away that he knew what she saw.
“I needed fresh air,” Utahime replied, sitting down on the floor on the other side of the table. Her cheeks still felt hot.
Gojo smirked and picked up another bite of food. “You could take a bath.”
“Not with you here,” Utahime grumbled. The food was delicious, she wished she were in a better mood to fully enjoy it.
“I won’t look.”
“You already tried to walk in on me once,” Utahime argued, her usage of the phrase “walk in on” conjured more images of what she saw before. Gojo thrust his thick cock through his fist, his head thrown back…no, she couldn’t think about that right now.
“I won’t look,” he insisted, but the mischievous glint in his eyes made Utahime suspect otherwise.
“I don’t believe you. And if you want to survive this weekend without me throttling you, you will stay away.”
“Mmm,” Gojo mused, another bite of food between his chopsticks. “I’m kind of into choking though.”
“Gojo,” Utahime warned. She was never going to get rid of this flush at this rate.
“I won’t look. Really,” he assured.
Utahime glared at him over her bowls of food but said nothing. She really did want to take a bath, her calves still stiff from her wintry trek. And the onsens were the entire reason for coming here anyway.
They finished their meal without much more annoying quips from Gojo. He asked her about her students and recent missions. Safe, non-suggestive topics that Utahime could handle. In the midst of conversation, she almost forgot every tortuous thing that happened in the last twelve hours. But then the staff came and cleaned up their plates and Gojo reminded Utahime that she wanted to take a bath and she remembered why she was annoyed with him in the first place.
A new, fresh, clean yutaka was brought for her and she changed out of her pajamas while Gojo lounged on the futon. She didn’t have a moment to move them apart so he was really laying on both futons. Utahime would have to wait for him to get up.
She rinsed off at the shower station before slipping off her yutaka and got into the hot, steamy water. More large, fluffy towels were restocked next to the bath. Utahime ventured to the far side of the water and let herself sink into it. Her calves loosened up and the muscles relaxed.
Her moment of relaxation was short lived, because the screen door leading to the outside was opened. Utahime hands flew to cover herself, an arm across her chest and her other hand covering her crotch. Gojo walked over to the shower and kicked his slippers off. He removed his yukata and grabbed the nozzle. Utahime immediately turned her head the moment the fabric began to slip down his body. She could not handle seeing his dick again so soon.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She shouted.
Water sprayed from the shower head and he ran the water over his body. “Getting ready for the bath.”
“No,” she stated. “No, I told you not to look.”
“I’m not looking.” Even though his back was to her, she could practically hear the grin in his voice.
“Then why are you here?” she gritted out.
“Onsens are meant to be shared,” he said simply.
“You are not sharing a bath with me.” Utahime couldn’t believe this man’s audacity.
“I won’t look, if you don’t ,” he teased, making a point to keep his eyes squeezed shut. “It’s more efficient if we both took a bath at the same time.”
It was a battle Utahime could not win. She kept her head turned, wanting to close her eyes but a new conflict surfaced. There was no way for her to know for sure Gojo was keeping his end of the deal up by averting his gaze, she had to trust him. At this point, Utahime trusted him as far as she could throw him.
The water became disturbed when Gojo got it. She kept her arms in place to cover herself but this awkward position defeated the purpose of a relaxing bath when she bent out of sorts. He at least settled on the other side of the bath from her. Utahime would surely lose it if he came anywhere close.
Then, helped by the fact that his legs were stupidly long, Utahime felt his foot brush against her calf. She flinched as if he burned her, the water splashing. A jolt of electricity shot up her spine at the sensation of him touching her. She couldn’t help but peek at him, making sure not to look anywhere lower than his chest. His eyes were closed as promised but he had a faint grin on his face.
“Gojo!” she snapped, pulling her legs away from his encroaching foot.
His lashes fluttered open, still smiling. “Oh, good. We can look at each other now.”
“This is not relaxing.”
“I’m relaxed,” he shrugged. “Warm bath on vacation with my favorite person, hard not to be.”
Utahime glared at him, keeping her eyes trained on his face. “Well you’re not my favorite person.”
“Oh?” He slid through the water to move closer to her. Utahime sat rigid. “I think you like me a little bit.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” she said. His arm came up to rest on the edge of the tub behind her and it wasn’t like she couldn’t escape. There was still plenty of room but the part of her she tried to stubbornly stamp down liked being enclosed by him.
“For good reason, though,” he said. His hand was close to her shoulder, almost touching her skin.
“I don’t like you at all,” she breathed. If she repeated this enough times out loud then maybe it would become true.
His mouth was close to her ear now. “You like me enough to watch me this morning,” he whispered, like it was a secret. And in some ways it was a secret.
She turned her head towards him, almost startled by how close their faces were. “That was crass.”
“And yet…”
And yet she watched him and it turned her on to do so. Nothing got past the Six Eyes and Utahime was never particularly sneaky in the first place. The fleeting thought that he did on purpose crossed her mind. When he noticed she returned, he chose that as the opportune time to moan out her name. She wouldn’t put it past him.
Utahime looked away but Gojo gently grasped her chin and pulled her back. His mouth was only a hair breadth away from hers, asking for permission. Eyes bright, it was too intense to look him in the eye but she did anyway. Feeling as though she had lost control over everything this weekend, she realized that this moment was something she did have control over. Seeing Gojo in a vulnerable state, he looked at her like he was pleading to let him close the gap. This man bent himself backwards for crumbs of her attention because she was the only one who wouldn’t give it to him freely.
Did she like Satoru Gojo or did she like that a powerful man like Satoru Gojo desired her so carnally? It was hard to say.
As soft as a butterfly’s wing, Utahime let her lips brush against Gojo’s. It was only a touch, tentative and shy at first. Gojo responded with a kiss much firmer than hers. Soft touches wouldn’t be enough for Gojo. A hand crept under her hair to rest at her nape, pushing her mouth against his more.
Utahime forgot she was supposed to be annoyed with him as she moved her mouth deliberately against his. Her hands rested on the side of his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. The smell of his aftershave filled her nose. When she felt his mouth open under hers and his tongue brushed against hers, she knew this was the point of no return. The point where she could no longer deny that she both wanted him and also needed to be wanted by him.
The heat of the hot spring water and the warmth between them was enough to make her lightheaded. Air suddenly felt scarce and Gojo seemed intent to devour her. Utahime felt herself get scooped up and suddenly she was in his lap, reminded of their nakedness. His skin was wet and smooth as it glided against hers.
He was hard, his erection pushing into her thigh. Long and thick, nudging against her every time he shifted. The contact made Utahime feel dizzy.
Pulling away, she braced herself on his shoulders and pushed herself out of the water a little by kneeling on the seat, straddling him. Enough to try and get a reprieve from the heat. This brought Gojo’s head close to her neck and chest where he resumed his onslaught of kissing. The winter air chilled her wet skin and Utahime held Gojo close to her.
His large hands came up and squeezed her breasts, his face buried in them as he kissed and sucked along her skin. Utahime had her fingers entwined in his hair. Her core ached with his every touch.
Was she really so weak that a few touches from Gojo and she was willing to give him whatever he wanted?
His hands moved from her breasts, feeling down her sides until they came to her ass. He gave her a squeeze there and looked up at her from where his head rested on her chest. His pretty blue eyes clouded with lust. It was a look he’s given her before but this time Utahime couldn’t ignore it.
The idea of getting railed in a hot spring seemed good in theory but the reality was another story. Utahime could feel the water washing away any wetness that accumulated. Judging by how big he felt against her, Utahime was going to need as much lubrication as she could. The box of condoms she found earlier was in the back of her mind.
Getting pregnant with Satoru Gojo’s baby was not in the plans.
“Gojo,” Utahime said softly.
“Hm?” He went back to kissing her breasts, the skin was thoroughly loved now. Red marks in the shape of his mouth were drawn all across her skin.
“We should go inside.”
“Why?” Gojo gave her tits another squeeze.
“You need to wear a condom.” Utahime didn’t think she was wrong to assume Gojo wanted to fuck her, he was practically rutting against her leg. Shyness long left her the moment he shoved his face into her tits.
“Oh so we’ve gone from don’t look at me naked to please fuck me ?” He teased, taking the time to swipe his tongue over a sensitive nipple.
She fisted her hand in his hair and yanked, pulling him off her chest. “Be nice or I won’t fuck you at all.”
“I can be nice,” Gojo said in a dangerous tone. “I can be so nice to you.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she replied and pushed off of him, gliding through the water until she reached the edge.
Utahime hoisted herself out of the onsen and grabbed a towel with Gojo following right behind her. As she tried to wrap the towel around herself, Gojo took it from her. She was about to protest and scold him for explicitly being not nice when he started to dry her off. Rubbing the soft towel over her arms, chest, and back first before dropping to his knees to dry her legs off. His own body was still dripping wet and no doubt it was freezing to be soaked in the wintry air.
Gojo grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped her up in it before starting to dry himself. He was much less thorough about drying himself, clearly in a hurry to go inside. But Utahime made him slow down after she told him he was still wet and she wouldn’t let him anywhere near the futons if he wasn’t fully dry.
Utahime barely got through the door before Gojo scooped her up. He carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the futons that she thankfully didn’t have time to separate. Dragging the towel off of her, he chucked into the corner of the room so she was fully naked again. He surged forward, pressing his lips against hers eagerly, pushing her back onto the pillows.
She threw her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. Her cunt pulsed, lifting her hips, she squirmed craving friction. Needing him to start touching her there. Gojo was resting on his forearms by her head, caging her in. He was so much larger than her. His cock was pressed between their stomachs, rubbing against her. She wished he would move it lower so she had something to rub again.
Gojo sat up and moved so that he could place the base of his cock where her pussy was so his length could rest against her. He brought a hand to her stomach and grazed the part where his tip reached.
“What are you doing?” Utahime asked.
“I want to see how deep I’m going to get.”
Utahime gasped when he slid a finger in between her folders, his cock still resting on her stomach, his other hand holding her thighs open. She could feel herself become more wet with every stroke. He pushed a finger inside and Utahime’s nose scrunched at the intrusion. Gojo pulled it out and then slowly pushed it back in again, this time gliding in with less resistance. When she got used to that finger, he slid out and then pushed two inside.
His fingers were long and thick just like his cock. She could probably be satisfied from just getting fingerfucked by him. Her pussy sucked his fingers in, her slick dripping down his wrist. Gojo’s gaze was trained on her face so he could watch all the facial expressions she made while he fingered her. A third joined in and Utahime felt so full but it still fell short of what she really wanted.
Her eyes had been shut while he stretched her, enjoying the sensations but they flew up when she felt his hand withdraw and his tip nudge her.
“Condoms,” Utahime panted.
“Shit,” he said standing up. His cock so hard it bobbed as he did so. “Where are they?”
“Bathroom.”
Gojo rushed out of the room and Utahime could hear the bathroom drawers get thrown open. She touched her wet cunt with her own fingers, making sure she was wet enough for him now. Swirling her fingers around her clit, she pushed in two fingers easily. Her fingers were nowhere near as large as Gojo’s but she seemed to be stretched enough for him.
He returned, fumbling with the entire box. Pulling one out, he set the box down next to the futon. “We’re going to need all of them.”
Utahime rolled her eyes, there had to be over a hundred in the box and this was their last night at the ryokan. They’d have to check out by noon tomorrow.
Gojo ripped open the package and rolled the condom onto his length. He positioned the head at her entrance and Utahime opened her legs wide to give him enough room. Gojo slowly began to push forward, filling her up.
Even with all the preparation, there was still a slight sting as he stretched her. With a final push, his pelvis met hers and he was buried to the hilt. He pushed down gently on her stomach, trying to feel himself.
“Fuck, Utahime. You feel so good,” he moaned before pulling out so only the tip remained inside and then thrusting forward so hard, she felt like the air was forced out of her lungs. “Your pussy loves my cock.”
He dropped forward again so he could capture her lips with his as he carried on his steady rhythm. She was so full of him, her cunt sucking him inside, her legs spread wider hoping it would push him in deeper.
“We could’ve been doing this for years,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Yeah if your personality didn’t suck so much,” she replied and he gave her a particularly rough thrust to shut her up.
“You don’t give a shit about my personality right now.”
He was right, his cock felt so good that Utahime didn’t really care how he behaved now as long as he kept fucking her. She was able to snake her hands down to ass so she could urge him faster. Her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. A sheen of sweat forming on her skin that made taking that bath earlier feeling pointless.
Gojo brought his hand in between them and rubbed her clit as he picked up the pace. “I want you to cum on my cock.”
She wanted to cum on it too. Utahime relaxed her muscles and tipped her hips so he could keep hitting where she wanted him too. It wasn’t long before her thighs were quivering and she let out a choked moan. Her cunt gripped him tightly as she orgasmed. Gojo never let up, fucking her through it.
With a final thrust, he spilled into the condom. Utahime could feel the warmth of his cum through the latex. The inside of her thighs were coated in her own slick and she became aware of some soreness that began to make itself known. Gojo pulled out and slipped the condom off, tying it off and throwing it into the nearby garbage can.
Her muscles felt like jelly afterwards but she willed herself to get up. Needing to clean herself up and get ready for bed, she made her way to the bathroom. When she returned, Gojo was already tucked into the blankets and she resigned that the futons were going to stay pushed together that night.
Gojo never seemed like the type to cuddle after sex but after she got settled under the blankets, he scooted over and wrapped her up in his arms. Her back to his front. Feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, his breath stirring her hair, it was comforting and Utahime had to tell herself not to get too used to it. She would not let this continue outside of the ryokan.
His hand came up to cup one of her breasts. “You should let me fuck these next time.”
“There’s not going to be a next time,” Utahime said and Gojo flipped her onto her back, crawling over her.
“Then I need to do it now?”
“Go to sleep,” she replied and he released her, not pushing it more.
In the wake of her orgasm and admittedly good sex, Utahime fell asleep in no time. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept this well, she didn’t even dream. If Gojo tossed and turned as much as did last night, she didn’t notice. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning did Utahime notice the other person in her bed.
Feather light kisses were placed on the inside of her thighs as Gojo caressed the outside of them. Utahime’s eyes flickered open and she saw that the blanket had been torn off and Gojo was at the foot of both futons, his head between her legs. She reached down and brushed his hair off his forehead, causing him to look up at her. His blue eyes nearly glowed in the dim light.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sounding sleepy.
“Getting you up,” he replied, placing another kiss against her thigh.
He kissed down the length of her leg until he got close to her core, stopping where her leg connected to the rest of her. She ached in anticipation as she felt his hot breath ghost over her center, she was already a little wet. Instead of touching her where she wanted, he skipped over and kissed up the opposite leg.
Utahime sighed and laid back on the pillows, enjoying the light touches and kisses. There was no rush to it, not like last night. Gojo was exploring and taking his time. He kissed back down her leg, reaching her center again. Then he licked a gentle stripe up the length of her pussy, pausing at her clit. It was much too soft, Utahime was tilting her hips up towards him to try and increase the pressure but he pushed her down again. Holding her in place.
His tongue swirled around her clit, making sure not to touch it at first, before closing his mouth around it and giving it a light suck. He lapped at her a few more times, his tongue sliding in between her folds, then started to apply more pressure. His tongue teased her entrance before pushing inside, making the ache there intensify. Utahime needed more but Gojo was content to take his time.
He released his grip on her hips so he could reach up and grab her tits. Kneading them while he thrust his tongue inside of her. She lifted her hips so she could try and push him in deeper, fucking his face. His nose pressed against her clit as he messily swiped his tongue back and forth.
Gojo moved his mouth back up to her clit, taking it into his mouth again. One of his hands left her breasts so he could plunge two fingers inside of her. Having her clit stimulating, her cunt stretched, and her nipple played with had Utahime squirming. She was so close, she needed it harder.
He seemed to read her mind because both hands scooped her up under her ass to bring her pussy at a better angle for him to roughly eat her. Her muscles twitched and she let out a cry as her cunt pulsated with an orgasm. Gojo continued to lick at her through the orgasm, lapping up all the fresh wetness that surged with it. His chin and mouth were coated with it.
Gojo released her and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. They didn’t have time for much more now because the hosts were going to return to set up breakfast and Utahime still needed to pack. They got dressed in their regular clothes now, suitcases by the door ready to leave.
He was smug all throughout breakfast and this was just proving to Utahime even more why this couldn’t continue after they left. It would be difficult though, if only it wasn’t Gojo. He sucked on a piece of fruit, letting the sticky red juices run down his chin, giving her a show.
“You’re disgusting,” Utahime said.
“You didn’t think so earlier,” he replied.
“Just eat normally!”
“I am eating normally,” he said, slurping a piece of melon.
He was going to be the death of her.
With everything packed up, Utahime waited by the door for him. His phone rang while the hosts were cleaning up breakfast and he took it in the other room. But after a few minutes, he came back out, clearly intent on having Utahime hear the last part of his conversation.
“Oh yeah and Gramps? I want to thank you personally for taking care of the bookings this weekend. Everything was excellent. You should definitely be left in charge of it next year,” he said loudly, throwing Utahime a wink.
He hung up the phone and placed a hand on the small of Utahime’s back to guide her out of the room.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” she grumbled.