Hey there, it's kinda been a while and I've deffs been reading more than I've been writing but hey sometimes, that's how it goes. Anyways, I've had Jujutsu Kaisen on my mind for a considerably long time and I've been checking out a lot of GojoHime works so I thought I'd try writing one of my own, so here it is. Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: Jujutsu Kaisen doesn't belong to me.

From You

It was a quiet Saturday morning, Utahime woke up slowly, a smile on her face. Her husband's arms were wrapped snugly around her waist, and her back against his chest. Even if they went to sleep on their respective sides of the bed, Satoru always had a habit of ending up wrapped around her in the morning. He'd always been physically affectionate and when they'd gotten married, it only intensified.

Another reason for Utahime's smile that morning was that it was her birthday. The more morbid side of this was that in Jujutsu society, you were lucky to make it to your next birthday, so another year earned was always worth celebrating, but more than anything, she enjoyed spending the day with the people she loved. And Satoru, who was starting to wake now too, was surely going to spoil her.

She giggled when he began to stir, holding her right against his chest; buried his face in her long dark hair and took a deep breath. His large hands traced over her stomach and moved higher up towards her chest. Not even awake for five minutes and he's already trying something.

"Behave." she warned but her affectionate smile never left her lips.

"With you in my arms like this? Afraid that's not possible." he answered and planted soft kisses on her shoulder. Utahime relaxed even more into his hold, a comfortable sigh leaving her. His lips against her skin and that incredibly attractive, raspy, morning voice already had an effect on her. A delighted hum left her which only prompted Satoru to continue, even going so far as to wrap a leg around her.

"So, you're not letting me out of bed now?" she turned so she could finally look at the beautiful man that was her husband, the mischievous smile on her face matching his own. Even his disheveled bed look was sexy, his endlessly blue eyes still as captivating as the first time she saw them.

"Not anytime soon," he flipped them over so she was on her back and he was leaning over her. "Or did you forget what day it is?" he teased.

"As if I'd forget my own birthday." she replied slightly breathless. She thought she'd be used to it by now. It's not like this was the first time she'd been in this position, nor was it their first time being intimate but the way Satoru was currently looking at her; all his attention, focus, love, desire, all of it reserved just for her made her heart race.

"And since it's your birthday, you get all my attention in the best way possible." he leaned in closer, his lips brushing over hers. He loved to tease.

"You say that as if I don't own your attention every other day, too." she cheekily replied, her eyes challenging his own and the urge to take her right there intensified. He loved it when she talked like that. She had just as much of a hold on him as he did on her, if not more.

Every touch, every smile, every kiss he got from his wife made him love her even more and when they were having intimate moments, almost everything she did drove him crazy. He was crazy in love with Utahime and it showed no sign of stopping.

"Of course you do," he kissed up her neck making Utahime shut her eyes and lean her head back further. He could feel how fast her pulse was as his lips pressed against her neck, her breaths quickened as well, and damn did that get him going. "You own every part of me, 'Hime." he began to suck on her neck, his tongue tasting her skin, earning an immediate moan from her. Her hand brushed through his hair to keep his head right there. Just like that, he could almost hear her saying. And when he pulled away, the sight of her took his breath away. Her eyes had darkened with the same desire that coursed through his veins at that moment.

She wanted him and he'd freely give himself to her a million times over.

"Now let me spoil my pretty princess like she deserves." he'd whispered in her ear before devouring her lips in a deep kiss. Utahime moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. He'd forgone the gentle approach the second his lips met hers and immediately deepened the kiss, his tongue rubbing against her own desperately, his hands firmly holding her waist. His kisses always left her head spinning and this one was needy, wet and ravenous. She hooked her leg around him when he started moving his hips against her own. He was getting hard and she could feel it, which only intensified her own aching for him.

Utahime ran her hands down his smooth back, tracing over his skin, there wasn't a single part of him that wasn't toned. From head-to-toe, his whole body was in peak condition honed through years of training and maintaining his title as the strongest. And yet even with all that strength and toughness, he would still melt at her touch. He would let go for her, be gentle with her, soften only for her. It was one of the many things she loved about him. She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt his hands move over her stomach and move lower and lower until they reached the waistband of her shorts.

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid lower, he broke the kiss to look at her. They were both breathless, their chests moving in sync. Without saying a word, Utahime raised her hips, giving Satoru the chance to remove her shorts and underwear in one go. He didn't fail to notice the wet patch on her underwear which aroused him further and besides, it wasn't like he wasn't wet too.

He could hear the tension in her breath and feel it in her body. She was waiting for him to please her, and each second he held off felt like an eternity. And the one universal truth that Utahime knew was that Satoru loved to play and tease, especially her. So he delighted as he slowly spread open her legs and darkly chuckled at the slight yelp she let out when he trailed his fingers along her inner thighs. He swallowed hard to keep his composure because the temptation to taste her, to stimulate her so much with his tongue that she'd spill into his mouth, was far too great. But right now wasn't about him, his time would arrive soon enough. Now was about taking his time in making sure she enjoyed every second and every action.

There was a certain high Satoru got from hearing his wife make noise for him, addicted to the sound of her moans. The way she'd proclaim his name like she wanted nothing else, knew nothing else but him, that she could live on with only his sensual touch. Only he could take her to that place, get her to that state and he was fucking proud of that. It was enough to get him more than a little turned on. Until her voice was worn out, until she was out of breath and her legs shaking, he wanted to keep going.

And she wanted it, too.

At long last he'd stopped his little games and put his not-so-little finger inside her, Utahime moaned at the sensation and he'd grunted in response. He'd inserted another finger and then a third. Utahime arched her back and moved her hips, the feeling was indescribable, so good, the way his fingers moved inside her. Slow and steady but her breathing was anything but. The faster he moved, the more she felt her mind blanking, completely overcome by his actions. The only coherent thoughts on her mind was his name and that she didn't want him to stop.

"Satoru!" she moaned and gripped the bedsheets, clenching around his fingers.

He cussed under his breath, the sounds of her pleasured voice, the way she felt around him, essentially riding his fingers, had him breathing harder too. Shit, if this kept up, he'd come before she did.

So close, so, so, close…

Utahime could feel how close she was to an orgasm. The familiar tightness between her legs and the numbness spreading throughout her body. She could feel it and wanted it so bad and just as she was about to, Satoru stopped. An instinctive whine escaped her, why would he stop now?

However, before she could even process the loss of his fingers and her own annoyance, his face was between her legs. His tongue now doing the job his fingers had been. Utahime actually screamed, the shock combined with the immediate satisfaction of his warm tongue slowly licking her clit then entering her was overwhelming.

"Ah! Satoru, yes!" she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back trying to get her bearings. Damn, he was right where she wanted him, his licks started off slow and deliberate, making sure she felt every movement of his tongue, and with each moan she lost a bit of her mind. She'd almost passed out when he began to suck as well. She was getting close again and this one felt like it would be more intense than the first.

Don't stop! Don't stop! Please!

"You taste so good, baby, you always do," he'd said in between motions, his voice heavy with lust, and he meant it every single time. Every time he ate her out, it was like enjoying his favourite meal, so sweet. And the way she'd writhe in enjoyment, that drunk on pleasure smile she'd give him and don't even get him started on the praise— fuck him— the way she'd praise him and say his name, the way Satoru sounded on her lips, in that voice. It felt like the very fabric of his sanity was undone thread-by-thread each time Utahime moaned it. She absolutely owned him and he wouldn't have it any other way. As much as he was leading, she was very much in control.

When she dug her fingers into his hair, wanting him closer, deeper, he couldn't help moaning right into her, tightening his grip on her thighs. He could feel how close she was to coming and the same could be said of him as well, his already rock hard erection pushing even more against his boxers. While he continued to alternate between kissing, licking and sucking, his other hand went into his boxers to deal with his own aching need.

Faster! Faster!

The final act that pushed her over the edge was when Utahime dared to look down, watching Satoru lap her up desperately, like his life depended on it and she moved her hips faster and faster until she finally came. Ah! But that didn't stop Satoru from licking until his tongue was completely covered in her juices. She continued to moan out his name, raising her hips and trying close her legs around him without completely squishing him, he wouldn't have minded in the slightest if she had though. And as he slurped up every last drop of her through her orgasm, he came too. His hand leaving his boxers when he was done.

Utahime fell limp against the bed, her fringe sticking to her forehead from the sweat and her chest heaving but she'd never felt better.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" his head rested on her stomach with confident smirk.

Utahime playfully rolled her eyes, "I thought all that moaning would've given me away." she brushed through his hair, still breathless, "You just want me to compliment you."

"Of course I do," he kissed her stomach and chuckled. "So..."

"I loved every second, Satoru. I always do." the way he could switch from completely ravenous for her to sweet and soft again caught her off guard a lot, but it was also endearing. And showing her how much he wanted her was always high up on his to-do list.

"Don't assume we're done yet, birthday girl." he flipped them over so she was straddling him. She held on to his shoulders to support herself. He had the most smug look on his face. He could tell how much his wife wanted him inside her and he wanted her just as bad. So when she lowered her hips on to him and took in his full length, they both moaned at the same time.

Shit. It felt so good being inside her and the way she tightened around him as she rolled her hips had him grip her butt harder. He threw his head back when she picked up the pace and moaned her name when she closed her mouth over his neck, decorating his too flawless skin with marks of her own. All her actions were a treat for the senses.

He loved to feel her body on top of his, skin on skin melding together, rubbing together, oh so perfectly. He didn't focus on where he ended and she began, all his mind focused on was the sound of their breathing filling the room and his own orgasm fast approaching. He could feel himself throbbing inside her, and she clenched around him so beautifully, holding him like she never wanted him to separate from her.

When he came inside her she dug her fingers into his shoulders, fuck, those were definitely going to leave marks and that excited him. He couldn't wait to see how much she'd left her mark on him.

Xxx

Still glowing from their steamy intimacy, they remained cuddled in bed, Utahime resting her head on Satoru's chest with his arm around her. Utahime's hand was tracing lines over his chest in pure bliss when her husband's hand met hers. He gently held her hand before bringing it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on it. And for a few seconds he looked at the wedding ring on her finger.

Physical touch had become such an important part of their relationship, and after the amazing sex they'd just had, it seemed obvious. And something as simple as hand holding seemed plain in comparison, but not to them. Utahime looked up to see the content smile on Satoru's face, and felt like she could read his thoughts at that moment.

As much as it felt like a dream, their married life was very much real. Especially for Utahime who'd wanted nothing to do with him not too many years ago, it seemed like the two of them would never pair up. But over time, as much as Satoru loved to tease and intentionally get on her nerves, there were times when Utahime noticed the deeper layers below the arrogance, the heaviness behind the smirks and, more than anything, the need for connection beyond the ultimate strength. It happened incrementally, but she'd started to see him differently and when they'd held hands the first time, it felt like something momentous had happened.

So yes, even though they'd been married for years and they shared more than a few moments of feeling, touching and being in each other's space, a simple hand hold still meant so much.

For Satoru who craved connection but would never ask for it, having Utahime in his arms like this was something he would never tire of. And spending the morning of her birthday, loving her in every way possible was his favourite thing ever. In such an unstable and dangerous career, where most rules didn't apply to him but they very much applied to everyone else meant that he could lose this life with her at any moment. But they'd made it another year, they still had more time. Life and death meant different things to them because he saw the world so differently, and with the power he had, everything about him was on another level.

And that's why he found beauty in simplicity: looking up at the night sky and talking, cuddles in bed, early evening walks hand-in-hand. The big things sure, but even more so, the little things meant the world to him, as long as he was spending them with her.

"Hey..." Utahime caressed his cheek, "You're never this quiet. Something wrong?" she sat up, genuine concern in her eyes.

He smiled and kissed the inside of her hand. "Nope, just realising how lucky I am to have you."

"Where's this coming from?" Utahime blushed, making Satoru chuckle. She could more than handle him in bed but a few pretty words always made her blush. So cute.

"Oh, nowhere. Just thinking out loud." he sat up as well and cupped her face between his hands. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then the other, then the tip of her nose.

"Satoru!" she laughed between his sweet kisses that he was determined to leave all over her face, but she made no move to stop him. Whatever had gotten into him to be extra affectionate, she was loving it. Even if it was her birthday, this was extra extra.

The final kisses he'd trailed along the scar on her face. She'd always be beautiful to him, no matter what. And even though her scar hadn't bothered her for years, it still meant a lot that he'd always kiss her there.

"You've really made this the best morning ever." she pressed her forehead to his and closed her eyes.

"And I haven't even made you breakfast yet." he smiled and eased Utahime back on to the pillows. "Happy birthday, Utahime." he said with all his love for her in his voice, ready to spoil her all over again.

And there you have it, initially I was going to keep this as a purely smut fic but I couldn't help adding in some fluff and sentimentality at the end there, but either way I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoyed reading.

Well, that's it from me-

Until the next story:

Ketsui Tasogare :-)