Blue Eyed Baby

by BamHendrixx

Utahime reminisces on her past and her relationship while seeking comfort elsewhere. She was driven to this point, practically pushed into the arms of another man, who understand her value and how she is. He has no issue his appreciation for her and giving her the pleasure she desperately seeks. Like always, Geto will be there. RATED M. LEMON. SUGGESTIVE LANGUAGE/SCENES. GetoXHime

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a sporadic one shot and this time I've deiced to go *spicy*. I've been catching up on the JJK manga a decide to give a shot at UtaGeto. Hope you all enjoy!

Utahime's POV

"You know, we…shouldn't be..doing this…" I moaned in between huffs.

"Yeah yeah yeah, you say that every time, and look at how we always end up." Geto thrusted into me harder, more aggressive each time. I knew he hated when I would try and bring us back to reality, but I couldn't help how I would feel.

"But Ge-"

My lips were met with his. His kisses were always so wet, messy, and full of passion. He crept one of his hands up from my waist, brushing in between my breast up to my throat. He gripped around my neck with a soft firmness, asserting his dominance while leaving room for me to enjoy his chokehold. His rhythm in and outside of me never changed. I could feel every inch hitting my walls just right each time. His other hand was preoccupied around my hip, propping me up in the perfect position for us to stay in unison.

"You always talk so much, Princess." He broke away from my lips to look at me. His eyes never once straying from mine. I submitted to him instantly.

FLASHBACK

"GETO! I am so tired of you and Gojo ALWAYS horsing around! Get back here right now so we can finish the lesson!"

I was infuriated with Gojo and Geto. We had been training all day with MeiMei and Yaga Sensei, and we were finally on the last lesson. We were learning to use reverse cursed energy to heal, so we sparred with sensei (more like were defeated) in order to gain experience. Gojo, as usual, eventually grew bored and decided to disrupt the class. Somehow, he always managed to drag Geto into his shenanigans.

"Oh my, Princess, you are always so feisty. I thought I was able to calm that side of you down a bit, hm? Also, Satoru doesn't satisfy you anymore?" Gojo explained from up above, effortlessly floating from the sky. He loved to 'float and gloat', as the staff would often say. His sly smirk and haughty demeanor never ceased to irk my nerves. I rolled my eyes at him and hastily turned my back towards him.

"You know, if I had known back then what I knew now, I wouldn't have agreed to date you."

"Ya don't mean that, do ya? Hmmm?" Just as quickly as I turned around, Gojo was right in front of me, mere inches from my face. I never questioned his speed, much less questioned any of his abilities. As many times as we've been this close, I always felt like it was my first time being in such proximity to him. We'd been dating for a year now and he still manages to swoon me with ease.

Keeping my composure, I glared at him while simultaneously trying to hide my blush.

"Whatever Satoru. You and your sidekick best friend need to stop being idiots and come finish this last lesson so we can-"

"Idiot? Sure. Sidekick best friend? Ahh, don't hurt me too much now, Utahime! I'm just as important! More than a sidekick, right?" Geto seemingly popped up from behind Gojo, startling me a little bit. I would always feel so small when it came to the both of them. I knew I wasn't the least bit intimidating. Neither one of them take me seriously.

I folded my arms and brushed past them, rolling my eyes again. I let out an exasperating sigh.

"Both of you, come ON."

For the last hour, I felt as though sensei and MeiMei were dealing with children. Keeping a prodigy and a tactical genius on task proved to be a new experience within itself. I will say, Gojo's natural ability to perfect any and all techniques and no one or thing to challenge him did cause more restlessness than anyone expected. The only person that ever seemed to understand and reason with him was Geto. Their bond was special. You see one, you'll see the other lurking closely behind or beside. They became pretty famous among classmates. However, infamous with the staff.

"Hm. And to think I fell for you…" I thought to myself as we were dismissed.

I was walking to the classroom to gather the rest of my belongings when I felt someone grab my hand. The callouses felt familiar. The skinny hand intertwined perfectly with mine. I was accustomed to their coldness by now, and oddly looked forward to that sensation.

"You were more tsundere than normal back there. Is everything okay?" Gojo naturally walked in rhythm with me, even though I know he had to slow his pace down to match my stride. My legs would constantly struggle to maintain his speed when we first started dating. He would laugh every time because he would forget I wasn't as "vertically blessed", as he would say.

"Oh was I? I was poking fun. I have to always keep you and Geto on track ya know!" I playfully squeezed his hand and shot him a small smirk.

It seemed like Satoru was a completely different person with me, when we're alone, versus us in any other setting. Although he was still a smartass regardless of an audience, his demeanor is so much softer when it is just the two of us. I couldn't help but melt whenever he was like this. It's one of the many reasons why I agreed to be his girlfriend, despite my mind trying to convince me otherwise. How could such a perfect, amazing, gifted young man ever choose someone like me? I was quiet, easily annoyed, I fiercely studied, and refused to bend any rules. I was anal with my schedules and personal routines.

Yet this blue eyed, white haired boy carved his own path into my heart. Even after I gave him the run around for almost a year before dating, he was able to penetrate each layer that guarded my heart and mind.

"Ah, whatever you say Princess. You are smarter than me, ya know." He would often end his sentences in "ya know" to playfully mock me. I jokingly pushed him away from me, but he gripped my hand and pulled me into an embrace. He leaned down to meet my face for a kiss. Even with his small pecks, he sends me into an internal frenzy.

"I love you." He tilted my chin up to him, forcing me to look him in the eye.

I was completely enamored with his piercing blue eyes. I would search for any doubt or hesitation when it came to his feelings for me, but I never saw any within them. His gaze was always enough reassurance.

"I love you too."

FLAHBACK ENDS

Geto kept his grip around my neck, knowing it drove me wild. Continuing his downward gaze on me, he pushed deeper inside of me. He was already so well endowed, and it always took me time to familiarize myself with his size, despite giving my body to him multiple times before.

He felt absolutely incredible. I broke my gaze from him to watch his motion inside of me; how he would pull out just to disappear right back in. The sensation of his tip continuously hitting my walls drove me weaker and weaker. My walls tightly gripped around him, as if they were begging for him to stay inside. His hand that was propping me up was now caressing one of my breasts, knowing it was a hot spot. I could feel my nipples getting hard from from the stimulation. His hands were cold which made it even better for me. He cupped me perfectly.

"Ooooh Geto.." I let a gasp, and moaned his name. I arched my back in pleasure, whimpering at the same time.

"I know all your spots, baby. I always take good care of you, right?" He fondled more with my breasts. I moaned once more as a response, which he acknowledged as a "yes."
He chuckled a little to himself, which signaled he was pleased with my reaction.

Geto loved to gaze at me as much as he could while we were intimate. He loved to look at the faces I made; how I looked when I would scream as he drilled me hard, or how I would plead him to keep going when I was impatient with his thrusts, or how I'd smile when he would release himself on me.

"I'm going to make sure you think of me every time." He released his grip on my neck, letting his free hand travel to my other breast. He fondled with them more until he licked his fingers and started to play with my nipples again. The hot and cold sensation stimulated me more. I felt myself get wetter while Geto kept plowing into me.

I was in love with the way he caressed every inch of my body. He played me like an instrument. I was putty to him. He did with me what he wanted, and I wanted him to do it all.

I heard his chuckle again.

"I love when I can feel you getting wetter for me. You're doing so good."

He freed his hands from my breasts and took my legs from beside him and held them up above me, allowing him a better view as he kept pumping in and out of me. The new angle allowed him to comfortably thrust deeper into me. I helped him by spreading myself with my hands, and I could tell by how he tilted his head and rolled his eyes back he was pleased.

"Do you like this, daddy?"

"You're trying to make me cum early, huh?"

We both smiled at each other. He looked even more amazing more upright above me. I got a clear view of his perfectly chiseled physique. He had a few scars from battles, and some on his back from my nails digging into his skin. He was a beautiful mixture of rugged and polished. He often kept his hair tied back, but when we're intimate, he lets it down just for me. He knows how much I love to run my fingers through when he's eating me between my thighs. He loves how I gently tug in pleasure, or how I lightly scratch his scalp when we're passionately kissing. The small, almost inaudible groans he makes motivates me to keep at it.

His abs were molded by the gods themselves. He's grown into his manhood so much over the years. He was frail and just as slender as Gojo when we were in school. You would think if the wind blew too hard, they would both be whisked away. His forearms were veiny with strong biceps to match. Rounded shoulders, and a chest I could lay on for infinity.

I felt so lucky.

"Damn, Princess. I feel you clenching on me. I like that shit. Do I make you feel good?" His voice was deep, raspy, and low. It turned me on so much more the way he spoke to me during sex. He was dominant, yet careful with me. Aggressive, but made sure I was enjoying myself.

With one hand holding only one of my legs up now, he freed his other hand to rub circles on my clit.

I let out a muted gasp in response. I arched my back a little bit and grabbed at his thigh.

"Yeah, I bet I do." He smiled.

He concentrated on rubbing me just right. He learned how to put the right amount of pressure and speed to help me climax. He could always tell just when I was about to finish, so he would slow down in order to prolong the moment. Geto loved to tease.

"My god, this feels amazing." I moaned aloud as I started to squirm. I started to buck my hips a little bit in an effort to change the rhythm.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, and suddenly flipped me onto my stomach.

"What did I tell you about trying to take charge?" I could feel his manhood brush against my ass as he put his lips to my ear, whispering to me. His breath made me wince a little bit. He grabbed onto my hair, pulling it back as he kissed my neck. He nibbled and sucked. The pain was pleasurable.

"…Fuck." I moaned through his bites and nibbles. He kissed my neck all over until he started moving down to my spine. He released my hair and I was back flat onto my stomach. He started to go lower and lower until reached the base of my spine. His light pecks tickled me, but turned me on the lower he went. He started to massage my ass.

"I wanna taste you."

I looked back, giving a slight nod as the green light. He looked at me as if to devour me at any moment. He continued to massage me while moving in closer to my lips. I opened my legs up a bit more for easier access.

"All fours. Get up, now." His tone changed, and I loved when it did.

I immediately propped myself up on my hands and knees, waiting for him to take me. He rubbed my clit more and inserted a finger, searching for my sweet spot. He inserted one more, causing me to arch and bury my face in the pillow.

"Right there baby." My voice was muffled.

Soon after, I felt his wet tongue on my clit. He was licking in circles, up, down, slow and fast. He would spit and lick all over my hole. The amount of pleasure was almost unbearable. He was devouring me with everything he had. He sucked on me with the right amount of pressure. His hands spread and massaged my cheeks for added sensation. I felt my body get hotter the more he licked.

"Geto! Oh my god!"

"Mhmm."

He ate me more. I was on the edge now. I soon started to play with my own breasts, stimulating myself as I started to reach my climax. I could hear the smacks, sucks, and his moans which turned me on even more. I started to rock back and forth because of the intensity. His fingers played inside of me again, fiddling my g spot. I started to get weak again in my knees, and I started to lay flat on the bed. I could feel myself pulse around his fingers.

"Nah, not yet. I'm not done with you." Geto suddenly rose from behind me and jabbed his hard, veiny, large shaft into me. It was rough and aggressive; just how I liked it when I want to cum. He fit inside of me perfectly. I let out a scream and placed one hand on the headboard of the bed, while the other one gripped the sheets. He held the sides of my hips as he drove hard and fast into me. His tip was hitting deeper into my walls than before. I moaned loud into the pillow. I felt every inch. I submitted to him fully, like before. My arch deepened as I sunk into the pillow. I felt all of him this time. His girth never ceased to pleasure me. My walls once again wrapped around him, hugging him as he goes in and out. I felt his balls smacking onto my clit. I loved the sound of him clashing into me with every thrust.

"Nuh uh. I wanna hear you." He pulled the pillow away from me and threw it to the ground, not once interrupting his flow. I turned around to look him, locking eyes. He was asserting his dominance, and I was nothing but a mere puppet, controlled by him. He hair flailing around his face as he glanced back and forth between me and his strokes.

"I can feel you gripping me baby. Are you ready?" He grabbed a hold of my arms and held me back as he gave me hard plows. I felt my time coming.

FLASHBACK

Our two year anniversary was coming up, and I wasn't sure what I was going to get Satoru. I had been frantic the week leading up to this. As much time as I spend with him and know him, I am continuously stooped on gifts. He never asks for anything, but I try to make the effort regardless because his family undermined any celebrations. It is safe to say, he was not the keenest on gift giving either. However, I made sure that his birthday, all holidays, and any milestones were celebrated, although he would complain to me later on about it.

It was also hard to ignore the fact he rarely did the same for me. He's forgotten my birthday, was late to our one year anniversary reservations, missed a few of my academy ceremonies because he either overslept, double booked his schedules, or simply forgot. Every time I wanted to call it quits, he would reel me back in and promise to do better. Sometimes, Geto would intervene and calm me down. I believed them both.

*TEXT FROM BLUE EYED BABY*

"Meet u at the usual tonight. Luv u."

"K. Luv u more. See u soon."

I was hopeful for this night, despite our past. It was a beautiful summer night. The breeze was cool, the moon was graciously full, and I chose the perfect dress for the occasion. His favorite color on me is navy, so I was able to pick up a silk, navy spaghetti strap dress that had a semi deep slit up the leg. I pinned my hair in a bun with a few strands out in the front. The waist was synched and gave me a nice hourglass shape. I wasn't a big fan of heels, so I wore some nice white sandals that toned down the dress a little. I dab on some lipstick and headed out of the door.

Although I came in more formal attire, our usual spot was simply the tea shop we went to on our first date. We decided from that moment on that the tea shop would be our regular visiting spot. We would go there after school, on a cold night, for breakfast, no matter the time. Thankfully I was only a few blocks away so I could walk.

The tea spot was popular with all the students from Jujutsu High so I would't be surprised if we ran into any of them.

I leave my house, feeling the cool breeze blow, engulfing me completely. I walk a block or two before I enter the main street. It was lively since it was the summer. Music was playing from restaurants. Everyone was so cheerful. Every weekend they would close certain sections of the street off so people could walk around and enjoy the shops, restaurants, and stores peacefully and safely. Crowds would gather in the street. With all the commotion, I was even more excited to celebrate two years of love with Satoru.

I entered the tea shop and noticed our usual booth was open. I recognized a few people as I walked through, swiftly saying hello. I was eager to sit down. The booth even had a tag saying "Reserved".

"He's so thoughtful."

I was the first to arrive which, was not at all surprising. I sat down comfortably and peered over the evening menu the shop provided.

"I don't even know why I'm looking at this. We order the same thing every time."

I shoved the menu aside and started to look around the shop, taking in my surroundings. There was a live band playing jazz music which helped set the tone of the shop. The atmosphere was mellow, and everyone was chatting away amongst their peers. I smiled at it all, knowing that would be me soon.

TEXT TO: BLUE EYED BABY "I'm here. Same spot. Booth was reserved. Thank u. Can't wait."

Hit send.

I decided to scroll on my phone to pass time. Satoru hadn't texted me back yet, but I'm sure he's just busy on his way. He lives further out from here, so I can only imagine the poor service he has on the train.

I ended up finding myself scrolling through my photo album, stumbling upon random pictures of Satoru and I. Movie dates. Selfies. Memes. Shopping with each other. Videos of us and our friends, and other miscellaneous adventures. I started to smile and chuckle to myself, reminiscing on each memory and the time period we were in. We have so many memories together. I was yearning to create more. I felt a deep compassion bubble inside of me.

"Is this seat taken?"

I heard a man's voice, but it wasn't Satoru's. I perked up at first, but the voice wasn't from my love. Familiar, however.

"Geto! Hey! You're free to sit. What are ya up to?" I hid my minor disappointment by glancing away from him.

Geto scooted into the booth, sitting across from me. He was dressed as if he had just left from some kind of training. He wore a plain t shirt, grey jogger pants, and tennis shoes. His hair tied up, but messy.

"Thanks. I just came in from a small gym session." He paused for a second. He scanned over my attire.

"Wait, are you expecting someone? You're all dressed up! I feel a little under dressed, heheh." He nervously laughed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Yeah. Heh. Me and Satoru's two year anniversary is today. I'm waiting on him now." I glanced at my phone, hoping to see notifications from the rascal himself. Nothing.

"Oh man thats crazy! Two years already huh? Seems like you guys just got together yesterday. Where's the devil himself at anyways?" He gazed over the menu,.

"I..I'm not sure."

He paused again, but this time it was more akin to a freeze. He looked up at me.

"We were supposed to meet here but he hasn't texted me back since I left my house."

Before speaking, he sighed and softened his demeanor.

"Ahhh he will probably show up soon. You know trouble follows him sometimes."

I could tell Geto was attempting to soothe my worry, especially since he knows what happened with our first anniversary. He was also the one who convinced me to give Satoru another chance after that as well.

Come to think of it, Geto frequently advocated for Satoru. As much as he is a voice of reason for him, Geto was also sensible with me.

"Yeah. You're right." I laid my phone aside so I could remain present. I did not want to be rude.

"So, do you want anything? I don't mind getting you something while you wait. Plus, I feel like it would be rude to eat without you. I'm starved." Geto cracked a smile at me. He was always so thoughtful.

"I should wait for Satoru. I don't want him to come and I've already eaten."

"Well, I'll order some tea for you and an appetizer to share, deal? That shouldn't hurt too bad. Hey, Mina!"

He called one of the waitresses over. Mina was a crowd favorite. She was the owners daughter, and she had a way with people that seemed so effortless. She could strike up a conversation with anyone.

"Hey Geto. Hi there, beautiful! You look really pretty, Utahime! What's up, what would ya like?"

As Geto gave her the order, it became more difficult to be patient with Gojo. About 30 minutes have passed now and I was becoming anxious. On our first anniversary, he was over 2 hours late, practically arriving when the restaurant was closing. I tried to hide my frustration as much as I could, but the thought of a repeat situation spiked my anxiety.

"Hey, you okay?" I feel a hand on mine.

I look down and Geto's hand is clasping mine, not too tight, but enough to snap me back into reality. It was soft, unlike Satoru's calloused hands. I was astounded at how soft they were, seeing as he battled just as much as Satoru.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm just nervous is all. Ya know, what happened last year didn't leave me so easily. Maybe I should call him."

"I understand. Go ahead."

I get up out of the booth and headed outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of white shaggy hair approaching at the same time. To my disappointment, my fantasy proved to be just that; a fantasy. I dialed his number.

"Come on. Don't do this to me."

I called him 3 times, but I ended up at his voicemail. I rolled my eyes in frustration, trying to keep my composure, but I could feel myself succumbing to emotions.

I dragged my feet back into the tea shop, hoping to conceal my teary eyes by looking down. I gripped my phone in my right hand while subtly wiping my eyes with my left. I arrived back at the booth and scooted in, feeling shameful.

My tea was sitting there waiting for me. The steam danced above the cup. Geto ordered two small tea cakes to share, but my appetite diminished. No words were exchanged between us. The jazz music played in the background. The hustle and bustle of the tea shop started to fade for me. I was soon engulfed in my own insecure thoughts. I felt myself beginning to spiral, replaying every disappointing moment Satoru was at the center of.

"Hey, Utahi-"

"Why does he always do this?!" I slammed my cellphone on the table. I managed to capture a few onlookers. Their faces were full of concern and confusion.

Geto was speechless.

"Thats your friend, ya know! You should know why he's always doing these things to me! He ALWAYS manages to fuck up whatever it is thats important to me. I do so much for him. I even put up with his stupid shit at school. What is he gonna do when we graduate huh and we start our lives, and we become adults? Does he THINK I'll put up with this when we're older?"

"Utahime-"

"Let me TALK."

Geto furrowed his eyebrows in concern. He seemed hurt, but the inevitable was happening. I needed to get this out. I was at my breaking point. The more I began to talk, the more potent my rage became. I was nearly inconsolable.

"Since I have KNOWN him, I was always the one being more thoughtful, more sensitive. He was born fucking perfect so I don't know WHY I'm ever surprised he can't understand feelings or why things should be a certain way in relationships or what's important. He's never had to work for shit in his life so why would I believe he would work for this relationship? I'm not any different than his every day activities."

I could tell Geto wanted to speak, but he allowed me to continue. Even with my eyes full of tears and my voice cracking, I kept talking.

"He doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt Geto, I TRIED. But I'm at my wits end. No one understands or knows how to deal with a genius who from the womb has never had to worry about a thing. Sometimes I don't even think he understands humanity in general."

"Utahime he does care about you." Geto found the courage to interject.

"DOES HE? Does he Geto? If he cared so much, why isn't he here? Maybe he doesn't care because I was never perfect like him. Maybe he thinks low of me. I'm always in his shadow anyways."

"Utahime, what do you mean? You and Gojo are perfect for each othe-"

"You're not listening." I shot a glare at Geto. It was the first time I made eye contact with him since I sat back down.

"I can't relate to Satoru on so many things and vice versa. I've had to explain to him the simplest shit that the average person would understand. I've had to explain to him how to properly communicate, how to be sensitive to others, patience, even how his sarcasm and jokes tend to never feel like either at all. Satoru's a complete asshole that I've had to put up with for two years and this is how he thanks me."

"But I've seen him try countless times. He always get it right just for you. I know he can be hard to get through and stubborn, but I can reassure you that he has changed so much because of you. For the better."

"You're his friend, OF COURSE you would say that."

"I say it because it's true. There are alot of things me and him don't relate on either, Utahime, but I know his heart. He comes to me about what to do with you all the time-"

"What to DO with me? Like some fucking PROJECT?"

"No thats not that I meant-"

"Then what DO YOU MEAN, GETO? Make it MAKE SENSE."

By now, more people around us were looking. I could hear indistinct whispers. Mina herself was also tuned in. I looked around. Taking in everyones reactions, I began to diffuse myself. Regaining my composure, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and opened them back again. Geto reached out his hand to me. I slowly took it in one hand.

"Utahime. I think you are a phenomenal woman. I believe your heart is big, and you make room for anyone you come across. Gojo is lucky to have you and I'm lucky to have you as a friend. You make the lessons in class make sense to me, ya know?"

I looked up at him with surprise. I wasn't expecting that.

"You help keep everyone on track. The girls in school admire you because you're so strong, focused, and poised. And the guys? Heh. Lets just say a few of them wish they were in Gojo's position. The staff likes you. You're a straight A student. You're loyal to your friends, and thats one reason why I enjoy having you around too. You were my first friend at school, although me and Gojo are closer. But I will never forget how welcoming you were to the shy, weird, new kid."

That was the first time I ever heard Geto say anything like that about me. I was unaware of the impression I left with him, much less everyone else. I sat there, cupping his hand with both of mine at this point.

"I-…Thank you…I had no idea I made that kind of impact on everyone…on you…."

"I know, I don't say much about how I feel, but I know you're hurting and need some encouragement." He paused for a second, as if he was contemplating on if he should speak more. I saw hesitation in his face.

"Sometimes, I feel like Gojo doesn't understand what he has with you. I know he appreciates it, but even I am confused at his actions. Nothing is ever malicious, though. He never purposefully tries to hurt you."

I could feel my tears drying a little. My fit of rage transformed into plain hurt and disappointment, but Geto's words were able to soothe me. They caught me off guard, but they were what I needed.

"Is he even scared of losing me?"

"I believe so, but have you ever actually left him?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you ever actually gave Gojo a reason to change…on his own? He's a hard headed golden child that never fully feels the consequences of his actions. He may receive them, but he's never worried. Has he ever been worried to lose you?"

"I…I don't know. He tells me he loves me. He doesn't yell at me, ignore me, or mistreat me-"

"And yet, he failed to show up again on your anniversary."

I felt my anger spike again. Geto could tell the comment poured salt on an open wound.

"I'm sorry. All I'm saying is, sometimes Gojo best responds when his back is truly against the wall. He can battle cursed spirits easily, but a woman a man loves is a different ball game."

"But I don't want to leave."

"I'm not saying you have to. I'm simply saying, you deserve the best, and Gojo should see he already has his."

I pondered on his words. They penetrated me. I felt validated. As much as Satoru would try to be sensitive to my emotions, it never came natural. Geto, on the other hand, seemed to understand me. It was so effortless for him.

"You are a practical woman. It doesn't take much to see that. You're straightforward and can be pretty cutthroat, hahah. But thats what makes you, you. Maybe you got so caught up in making Gojo understand you that you might've forgotten to ground yourself in the process? Whatever the reason is, I am here for you, Utahime."

FLASHBACK ENDS

"Daddy I'm about to cum!" I whimpered as I lost all control of my body. I felt a sensation run down my back, weakening my knees and centering itself down between my legs. I felt my walls clamp down and pulse onto Geto, who relentlessly kept hitting my walls. His moans and groans becoming louder as I start to climax. I stiffened as my body releases all over him. I feel how wet I am as he keeps stroking into me, slowing as I tightened around him. He firms his grip on my ass, rubbing and squeezing it. My body is hot all over. My back arches up as I cum, but he pushes me back down for added pleasure. My eyes are rolling at this point, overwhelmed by the euphoria.

"Fuck, Princess. Fuck." Geto pushes me all the way down into he bed, taking me by surprise. I'm completely weak from releasing. I let him take charge. He's like an animal at this point. He's taking me, rough and fast; tunnel visioning on his own release. He folds my arms behind me and pushes me down so I won't stop him.

"You want it inside of you this time, baby?" He said through huffs. I turned to look at him one last time.

"Its yours. Please. Give it to me." He continues to penetrate me with every last bit of energy he can muster. I'm biting down onto the sheets in pleasure. As he begins to thrust faster, I feel him hardened more inside of me. I feel him tensing up and about to cum. This sensation drives me to buck back on him, sending him over the edge.

Geto gives me one final, hard, passionate stroke as me smiles at me. He lets out an audible moan, louder than what I'm used to. He fills me up with his heavy load, some of it dripping down my thigh. I feel him pulse inside of me, and how amazing his shaft felt.

I hear him breathing heavily while his grip around my hips loosening. Geto sits back on his heels. He slides himself out of me, allowing me to turn over on my back. I'm breathing heavy as well, trying to regain my composure and calm down.

"Ahhh. Hahah. Utahime." He crawled next me, laying down and hugging me with one arm.

"What? You want some more?" I turned on my side to look at him.

"Not right now, for sure. You really wore me out this time. 'Its yours. Pleaseee. Daddyyyy.'" He starting to mock me, laughing in the process. I gave him a playful punch.

"Oh whatever! You know how it is when we're in the moment." I smirked at him while throwing more punches. He caught them every time.

"Yes, that I do." He gave me a peck on the lips then rolled out of the bed. He stood up, giving me a full, beautiful view of his back. I admired every inch of him.

"So, are you staying this time or do you have to race home for golden boy?" Geto went into the bathroom, turning the shower on in the process. I pondered on his question for a moment before answering.

I often found myself in this position; living out my deepest, sexiest fantasies with Geto, while maintaining a stable livelihood with Satoru. I was happy with both, but unfulfilled. I was giving myself away to two people. The feeling of wholeness escaped me.

"Listen don't-"

*CALL FROM: BLUE EYED BABY*

My phone rang from across the room, stopping both me and Geto in our tracks.

"You take that, I'll hop in the shower. Whether you're here or not when I'm out will be my answer." Geto closed the doors.

I stared at my phone screen. It was a picture of me and Satoru in high school, one of our first ever pictures together as a couple We were on our fifth year of dating by now. Marriage talks, children conversations, and mentions of 'forever' were now a part of our lives. We decided to wait until Gojo finished teaching at Jujutsu High so we can put all of our energy into starting a family. His contract is up in a year, and I was in no rush for that year to be over.

"Hey baby." I answered the call.

"Hey Princess. You're out late again so I wanted to check in."

"I"m fine. Me and Mei Mei ran into Geto so I was caught up with them but I'll be home soon. I'm my way now."

"Okay. I made you dinner. It will be in the fridge when you get home. I love you. See you soon."

"See you soon. I love you too."

FLASHBACK

That night, me and Geto talked until the tea shop closed. As mad as I was, Geto was able to calm me down and talk to me. I felt seen by someone for the first time in a while. I felt my guard coming down around him, but it was also scary. We laugh so much, my cheeks hurt.

"Well Utahime, it's getting late. I'll definitely talk to Gojo for you and get to the bottom of why he did this again. I'm so sorry."

"That..would be nice."

"Here, take my number in case you need anything." Geto grabbed my phone and entered his number, but he paused as it started ringing. He glanced at me and back at the light on my phone.

"Hey uhm, its actually him." He flipped the phone towards me, exposing BLUE EYED BABY with a contact photo.

I gasped and snatched my phone back away from him. All of my rage suddenly engulfed me again.

"What the fuck Gojo?"

"Listen I'm sorry. The trains on my side of town got delayed, my phone was dying, and I tried to find a flower shop to stop by to get you flowers but-"

"Oh and thats why you didn't show up?! It took you THREE HOURS to call me back? To say ANYTHING?"

"Look Princess-"

"Don't fucking call me that. Its Utahime right now. Do you know what you've done and who you got involved?"

"Involved?"

"If it wasn't for Geto coming and keeping me company, I would be spiraling out of my mind-"

"Geto is there?What is he-"

"Thats not important. If it hadn't been for him, I would've tracked you down and killed you myself. Start thinking about others. You're so fucking selfish." I hang up.

Gojo proceeds to call me relentlessly but I ignore every call. It hurts too much. I feel sadness and confusion swell up within me, clouding my mental. I begin to tear up again.

"Hey, how about I walk you home?" Geto extends a hand to me as he gets out of the booth.

I stare at it for a while, contemplating.

"I don't want to inconvenience you."

"Ahh nahh. I don't want you out walking by yourself." I stand up and take his hand to help.

It felt warm and again, smooth; the complete opposite of what I'm accustomed to.

We leave the tea shop and continue small talk until we finally arrive at my house. The moon was still full and bright, although late. The breeze had stopped by now. Lightning bugs floated around us while faint sounds of cars and insects filled in the silence. The scenery was nothing short of gorgeous. It was enticing.

Before I reached my doorstep, Geto took my hand, halting me in my tracks. I turn around and see him staring at me. It shocked me a bit. His gaze was more intense than at the tea shop.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask, still allowing him to hold onto me.

"Utahime, you deserve better than him."

"Geto-"

"You do." He stepped closer to me, closing the already small distance we had.

I've never been that close to him before. I was able to study his face. His lean, chiseled jawline and his messy bun. His lips looked soft and a delectable light pink. His eyes were dark and sensual. I was hypnotized by them. My heart was beating faster the more we lingered outside like this.

"Call me Suguru."

"Thats not necessary-"

"What's not necessary?"

I froze. I could see Geto's intensity flee from him. Its as though he flipped a switch and turned back into his normal, level headed self. It snapped me out of my trance.

"Hey, Gojo. I went ahead and walked Utahime home. I didn't want her out alone."

Geto slipped is grip away from my hand and proceed to stuff his in his pockets.

Satoru was holding a bouquet of flowers, a card, and was dressed fairly nice. His hair was bit of a mess, and his clothes were loose, but it gave me the impression he was in a rush to be here.

"Utahime. I'm sorry. Please. Can we just talk?"

I sighed and turned around, rushing to my door as I was overwhelmed with emotions. I tried to slam the door in Satoru's face, but he easily overpowered me. I sighed and allowed him in.

Before closing the door, I gave one final look at Geto. He smiled at me, one hand waving while the other was still secured in his pocket.

"Thank you."

Geto waved and walked away. That was his was of saying "you're welcome." I watched him fade into the street. Once he was out of sight, I closed and locked the door.

I turned to see Satoru sitting on my couch, bouquet still in hand and tears in his eyes. I gave an annoyed glare and sat down next to him, unable to gather my thoughts.

The rest of the night, we fought. It seemed as though it was never ending. My voice was completely scratched by the time we were finished. However, I was exhausted from fighting and didn't possess the energy to kick him out.

*TEXT FROM: SUGURU*

"Home. You make your decision. I will be here. Always."

FLASHBACK ENDS

I quickly left Geto's apartment before he got out of the shower. I started to head home until I received a text.

*TEXT FROM: SUGURU*

"I'll be here. Always."

"I know."

Ever since that night at the tea, me and Suguru have grown closer. The first time we were ever intimate was when Gojo was sent on a week's long mission with his students across town. I had never felt the emotions or sensations with Satoru as I did with him. I felt alive, wanted, and sought after. He treated my body with such care, tending to each of my crevices. He studied my body and learned exactly how to pleasure me. There are times where I can't stop thinking about him, even when I'm under Satoru.

But, my heart was always with my blue eyed baby. I wasn't ready to let go.