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Utahime knocked on the door to Gojo’s room, waiting for a minute before sighing when there was no response. Shoko had told her that Gojo had taken her phone charger after she’d accidentally left it behind in class and that it was probably in his room. A part of her had hoped that Gojo was in his room, because that meant saving her phone, which had around 1% of battery left, while another part of her had hoped that Gojo wasn’t in his room because he was liable to tease her about being “helpless” since she wasn’t even prepared enough to take care of her phone.
That wasn’t her fault! Her own phone charger needed to be replaced and she’d only found out this morning before being shipped off to Tokyo for a joint training session!
Utahime tried to calm down, though she felt her blood pressure rise anyways at the realization of how Gojo was so easily getting under her skin even when he wasn’t around to actually bother her! The brat!
She punched the door in her frustration and then took a step back in surprise when it actually opened a bit. “G-Gojo?”
There was no reply and she looked around at the empty hallway. There wasn’t anyone here. Maybe she could just quickly slip inside, get the charger, and get out? Her phone was on the verge of dying, the alert constantly reminding her of its low power, and she didn’t know of anyone else who had the same phone brand as her.
Mind made up, Utahime carefully opened the door, silently apologizing to Gojo for intruding in his personal space. She was actually surprised he even had his own room in the dorms, figuring with his teleportation ability, he could easily zip home and then back. Then again, it was probably more entertaining being on campus.
She ignored the light switch, having no plans to stay long. It wasn’t too dark anyways since it was still early in the evening, a bit of the light slipping in through the blinds.
Utahime tried not to stare, though a part of her wanted to explore, curious to see whether Gojo was an absolute slob or not. Because of his immature behavior, that would have been her first assumption. At the same time, he was very attentive of his appearance and was always so stylish when he wasn't wearing his school uniform. It grated on her nerves that he was even tidy at home!! Utahime shook her head, forcing those thoughts away and tried to look at the outlets, only to feel her heart sink when she didn’t see the phone charger anywhere.
Her eyes trailed toward the door to Gojo’s bedroom and grimaced.
No... that was pushing it. Even if her phone was dying, that would be intruding too much. At the same time, Shoko had said something about going to the city tomorrow and going without her phone seemed to be just asking to get separated and lost.
Her shoulders sagged and Utahime silently apologized to Gojo once more, promising that she’d endure his teasing remarks more patiently next time if he’d forgive her for this one instance.
The boots she wore with her school uniform clicked quietly on the wooden floors, despite her best to stay quiet. It was silly, because she knew she was alone, but she couldn’t help but want to minimize her presence as best as possible because of where she was.
The door opened silently and Utahime kept her eyes downcast, wanting to respect Gojo’s privacy as much as possible and hoping that the phone charger would still be plugged into an outlet below. The layout of the student dorm rooms were all pretty much the same, consisting of a small living room, kitchen, and bedroom. The position of the doors, windows, and outlets were pretty much identical as well, which was why Utahime was familiar with where to look. To her despair, she didn’t see the white cord for the charger.
Gods, all this and no charger. She shouldn’t have come in here in the first place. Who knows when Gojo would come back and him discovering her in his bedroom of all places was just asking for endless trouble. He’d never forget. Actually, more like, he’d never let her forget.
She turned to leave when from the corner of her eyes, she saw a thin line of white.
Automatically, her feet came to a halt and her eyes widened when she saw the phone charger thrown haphazardly into Gojo’s closet. The idiot. Why in the closet?! He had to return that to Shoko too!
Huffing silently to herself, Utahime marched over to the closet. She reluctantly had to admit that he wasn’t that messy, keeping his clothes neatly hung and folded. It almost made it seem funny how he’d just thrown the phone charger away like this.... and so deep in the closet.
Utahime leaned in further, reaching for the chord and squeaked when she slipped, falling into the closet completely. The door shut behind her due to the force of her smacking her forehead against the closet wall and she winced, feeling tears gather in her eyes because of how she’d hit her nose as well.
...today was just not her day.
She bit back to groan, glad to at least be holding on the charger now. That was all that mattered. She just had to get out of here immediately.
Utahime opened the closet door, one foot already out when she heard the front door handle shake.
Her eyes widened and without thinking, she fell backwards into the closet, pulling the door closed in front of her.
Shit.
Noooo!
Utahime looked in a panic as she heard the front door open, which was followed by the sharp footsteps... that were immediately making their way to the bedroom!
She plastered herself against the back of the closet, cursing the fact that she hadn’t closed the closet door all the way. There was a huge crack, allowing the dim light to seep inside and giving her a good view of the bed, but not the door. Still, she didn’t need to see the entryway to know who’d just come inside.
“Fuck,” she heard Gojo’s low growl as he entered into his bedroom.
Mortification and the panic within her tripled as hearing Gojo’s voice just confirmed her worst fears. It would have been bad enough being discovered within Gojo’s dorm room uninvited. It would have been even more hellish to be discovered in his bedroom uninvited. But to be discovered hiding inside his closet?!
She’d never recover.
It would not only be the end of her reputation, but who knows how Gojo would take this?
She didn’t know what was worse, him holding this over her head for the rest of her life or his opinion of her changing to that of some... some... lowly voyeur and pervert!
Utahime shook her head wildly. No. No matter what, Gojo could not know she was in here. Never. No!
She pulled out her phone in order to put it on silent and wanted to cry from... relief?... despair?... frustration?... when she saw that it had finally died. God, this all started with her stupid phone!
Utahime’s head jerked towards the opening of the closet when she saw movement and her heart began to speed up even more when she saw... clothes being thrown on the bed? Oh my god, was Gojo taking his clothes off?!
She immediately shut her eyes, placing her hands over her eyes for added protection.
Oh god... please... please let him leave his room soon.
Please don’t let him sense her presence!
For once, let that stupid six eyes of his malfunction and not notice her at all!
Please!
Gojo scowled deeply as he threw off his jacket, revealing the equally black shirt underneath. His face was flushed while sweat dampened his skin.
He’d been so close. The girl he’d hit up earlier had invited him to her apartment, but right when things were about to get hot and heavy, the girl’s boyfriend had actually walked in.
Fuck.
He didn’t care if she was cheating on her man and he really didn’t care if he was a passing boy toy for her as well. He’d been intending to use her like that as well anyways. But the fact they’d been interrupted was what frustrated him.
God, it had to be against the law for someone to look so good in that ridiculously covered jujutsu tech school uniform. There should be nothing sexy about that black uniform! She was even wearing black stockings, covering her legs, and yet that had only added to the allure!
He was so hard to the point that it was bordering pain. It didn’t help that he’d been anticipating to get some just minutes ago.
But now here he was, completely blue balled and so tense that if someone was to send him off on a mission right now, he’d just raze the ground because of how pissed off beyond belief he was over everything.
It was too late to find another girl. He was too tense and impatient to charm someone off.
With an angry growl, he sat down on the bed, leaning back against the wall while shoving his pants off. It’d been a while since he’d had to do this. Normally, it was so easy to find a girl to play with, but of course, the day he’s desperate, he had to resort to this.
His cock seemed to pulsate as he wrapped his fingers around it, his eyes clenching shut as he remembered the sight of the black skirt swaying enticingly. The uniform was hardly form fitting, but had clung against her right after the training session... revealing the soft alluring curves hidden beneath. It didn’t help that she’d been breathing so hard, chest heaving with each breath... her flushed complexion and her pinkened lips...
Gojo groaned, tilting his head back as he pumped himself harder.
Imagining her like that underneath him on his bed... her adorable features twisted as she cried out because of how his fingers would so cleverly stroke her from within... he’d take care of her so well. If he had her, he’d never let her leave his bed without being unable to walk, thighs trembling because of how many times he’d made her orgasm...
“Gojo... please...” she’d whimper so needily.
He panted harder, clinging to that image. He’d be merciless, making her beg, making her scream. Her fingers would rake down his back and he’d make sure to penetrate nice and deep, make sure she would feel for months the emptiness his cock would leave behind.
Until she’d come crawling back to him for more.
“Utahime!” he cursed out. Fuck, only she could make him cum this fast! Gojo clutched onto his cock tightly with both hands as he felt himself orgasming hard... splurts of the viscous white liquid splattering in front of him...
...right before the widened eyes of Iori Utahime, who had had a front row seat from the entire performance from within the closet.
The phone charger cord slipped from her slackened fingers and fell with a traitorous thud onto the closet floor, making her jump and release a frightened squeak.
If she’d thought she’d been panicking before, she was highly mistaken as right now her fight and flight instincts were waging war within her, part of her demanding she run for her life while the other was frozen by what she’d just seen.
Oh god... what had she just witnessed? Oh god, what had she just intruded on? No, not just that... had... had Gojo actually said her name?
No, there was no way to twist the fact around. He hadn’t whispered it at all. Gojo had shouted her name while... while he’d been...
...touching himself...
The door to the closet door was nearly ripped open and Utahime looked up, her smaller frame shaking from the overwhelming adrenaline that was building up within her. Dewy amber brown eyes met up stunned glowing blue.
“U... Utahime?” Gojo managed to say, his pants loosely held around his hips, but his cock, thankfully, now tucked away. The shock faded a bit as he saw where Utahime was staring at and for a moment, a blush threatened to overcome his entire face... but then when he saw Utahime’s flushed complexion, how breathless she looked...
“I-I’m sorry!” she squeaked out as she pushed him aside, running out of the closet and out the front door.
Gojo stared at where she’d disappeared off to, hearing the door slam shut, before looking back into the closet, noting the fallen phone charger. He briefly remembered Utahime mentioning her phone issue earlier in the morning and how Shoko had the same phone model as her. It was easy to put two and two together, especially since he remembered carelessly chucking that thing into his closet.
His heart was hammering so hard within his chest, a million thoughts running through his mind. He’d been so frustrated over everything that he hadn’t been the most vigilant of his surroundings. Dangerous, he knew, but he thought he had a pass given the situation.
But still... to think that he’d just masturbated in front of the one he was just fantasizing over....
He should be humiliated, even angry at the intrusion of his privacy.
But remembering those flushed cheeks, those slightly glazed eyes... and how Utahime had rushed out so quickly...
A crooked smile reached his lips as he leaned down to pick up the charger.
Had she liked what she’d seen?
Utahime slumped out of her temporary room in Tokyo tech the next morning, her eyes puffy from the lack of sleep and exhaustion absolutely dragging her down. Trying to sleep had been an impossible endeavor. Even without her trying to close her eyes, it was impossible to turn off the mental image of Gojo... of Gojo...
God, she couldn’t even think of the words!
She bit back a whimper and resisted the urge to shake her head wildly.
She was turning into some kind of degenerate, constantly replaying the images within her head.
As easy as it would have been to blame Gojo over everything, she knew that it was irrational. It wasn’t his fault. If anything, it was more her own fault... she’d been the one who’d gone into his place without asking. Gods, she’d even been in his closet while the entire affair had taken place! She had no right to complain about anything.
Utahime unwittingly squirmed a bit, feeling hot as she remembered Gojo’s expression as he touched himself, the glistening of his skin slick with sweat and the rough edges of his voice... that desperation as he called out her name.
No, no, no, this was an intrusion of his privacy! She didn’t have the right to think about such things because that had been a private moment, not meant for her own eyes!
...but did that mean if he had been intentionally putting on a show for her, it was okay for her to think about it? Did she want to think about it?
Utahime’s cheeks turned an even brighter pink at that passing thought.
No!
No, no, no!
S-She didn’t want to think about it! She didn’t care! S-She didn’t...
“Good morning Utahime!” she heard the cheerful booming voice and whipped her head around, seeing Gojo approaching her with a raised hand in greeting.
“M-Morning,” she managed to stutter out, eyes frantically checking if there was anyone else in the hallway.
Nope, completely empty.
Gojo stopped right before her before he leaned down, a heavy smirk on his face as he peered down at her from behind his pitch black sunglasses. “Did you sleep well?”
Her entire body shivered at the low purr of his voice and Utahime instinctively took a step back, her eyes flickering to the side uncertainly.
“F-Fine.”
“Good, good,” Gojo nodded to himself. “Wouldn’t want you spreading terrible rumors to the good folks in Kyoto about us city people being terrible hosts.”
“I-I would never!” she said in outrage, only to take another step back when she realized just how close she was to him. To her mortification, Gojo closed the gap by taking a step forward, leaning down even closer to her.
“I wonder about that,” he contemplated mockingly. “Maybe it’s actually Kyoto folks I should be worried about with their hospitality. Maybe they have a reputation for being peeping toms.”
With how close he was standing, Gojo’s scent was starting to make her dizzy. It was making her remember how she’d basically been covered in it while... while watching him act since she’d been inside his closet. The fact that he was insulting her didn’t even seem to process in her mind as she was too busy frantically trying to create more space between them.
She hadn’t realized she’d been walking backwards until she felt the wall pressed against her back. To her shock, that didn’t seem to deter Gojo who took a final step forward, pressing his body against hers while he buried his face into the side of her head. The feel of his solid, taut body made her shake as unwanted images from yesterday immediately infiltrated her traitorous mind. Gojo then whispered heatedly into her ear. “Did you like what you saw?”
Her eyes snapped open, but before she could utter a word to him, Gojo was walking away, laughing to himself while leaving her stunned and... and...
Utahime’s cheeks burned at the feel of the heat in her lower belly, the anticipation that had churned within her. He'd been so close. Her mind flickered with the memory of Gojo with his shirt slightly hiked up, revealing the toned muscles of his stomach while his fingers clutched around his-.
This time, she did violently shake her head.
No!
Bad Utahime!
Wait, no, she took it back. This was all that idiot’s fault! They could have been mature about this whole affair and blown past the whole thing! Heck, she had been willing to apologize and take the blame for everything since she’d technically intruded! But if he was going to make fun of her like this, then she had no qualms about blaming him for everything!
B-Because... Because it was really his fault!
Still, Utahime couldn’t help but cover her face while her ears burned red with shame.
Utahime embraced the cool winds that brushed her face as she ran between the trees of the thick forest that made up one of the training grounds of Tokyo Tech. Her miko uniform fluttered around her, replacing the typical student uniform as she found it more comfortable to move around in the traditional garb instead. It was another joint training session and she relished the distraction. God, she hadn’t even been able to look at Shoko’s direction to say hello, knowing very well that Gojo would be with Shoko. The moment she’d tried, her face had turned red and she’d shyly looked to the side, raising her hand in greeting instead.
She’d ignored Gojo’s amused delighted smile while Shoko had stared at her in confusion.
“Focus,” Utahime hissed to herself. She needed to regroup with her teammates. They’d been split apart intentionally and Utahime’s team worked better together than apart, especially since they didn’t have more specialized abilities like those of the main family. Like-. “Gah!”
A loud yelp escaped her lips as she felt something knock into her from the side. Surprised, but undeterred, Utahime tried to push away from her attacker in order to create distance, but whoever had tackled her was prepared for that.
She landed face forward onto the dirt ground, a grunt leaving her lips while she felt her arm being twisted and pushed into her back. A curse almost left her lips, but she managed to stifle it, opening her eyes and looking over her shoulder. She felt her cheeks turning bright red when she met a familiar pair of amused blue eyes.
“G-Gojo,” she sputtered. What was he doing here?! His training session was with the other Kyoto students from his year!
Her eyes then widened when she realized the position they were in, how he was pinning her on the ground while he hovered above her with his knees planted solidly into the ground on her sides. Immediately, she began to thrash, trying to force him off of her. To her fury, he easily kept her down on the ground.
“U-ta-hi-me,” he teasingly sang out her name before leaning close, his eyes sparkling as his breath brushed against her sensitive skin. “Caught you.”
For a moment, she remained speechless before she started screaming. “Get off of me!”
“Nah, don’t want to,” he simply responded before leaning down and nuzzling into her neck. The sudden contact made her draw in breath against her will, causing Gojo to smile. He felt her trembling beneath him, the way she stifled her shriek this time, giving him the opportunity to trail his nose upward so that he could bury his face into the dark locks of hair.
“S-Seriously! Get off!” there was less venom in her voice, more of a squeak as her body began to warm and panic laced her. W-What was going on? Why-. “G-Gojo!”
He didn’t answer her, instead nipping gently against her vulnerable skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her shudder hard. Amusement danced within his darkened eyes as he heard the smothered mewl and it was a struggle not to give into his desire to force it out of her. Instead, Gojo kissed the supple skin one last time before he got off of her.
There was no immediate movement from her as it took Utahime a moment to realize he was no longer pinning her down. The moment she did, however, she spun around in order to elbow his face, but Gojo easily caught it as he helped her turn onto her back, pressing her arms down by the elbow as he resumed pinning her onto the ground once more.
Openly, he leered down at her with a cocky smile, teasing her happily. “Utahime is so cute~!”
Face completely red, Utahime stared at him with her jaw slacked and her eyes still unbelievably wide open. Mortification, embarrassment, humiliation... all of that exploded within her before she screamed.
“You idiot!!!”
Utahime sighed as she carried her lunch tray, wanting the day to be over with. She was tired from the training session, but more mentally exhausted by the idiot. Not to mention, her own traitorous thoughts and body.
Each time Gojo was close, she'd remember yesterday and gods, she wanted it to stop. Just remembering how he pinned her on the ground, realizing how large and firm his hand was as they had manacled her arm behind her back... that same hand that had touched his-.
Utahime immediately smothered that train of thought, feeling her face threaten to turn into a brilliant shade of red. She looked around the lunch room, trying to find a distraction and her eyes lit up at the familiar face nearby.
“Shoko!” Utahime called out happily as she carried her lunch tray over to her friend. The brown haired girl raised a hand up in greeting and Utahime sat across from her on the table, relieved that the white haired idiot was nowhere to be found.
“Utahime,” Shoko smiled at her. “Did you find the phone charger yesterday?”
To Shoko’s surprise, Utahime blushed and she looked to the side, fumbling with the utensils on her tray. “N-No. It wasn’t in Gojo’s room.”
Shoko arched a brow in question. “Gojo’s room?”
Utahime bit her tongue hard. Stupid! Just a few words in and she was already drawing suspicion. She desperately tried to wrack her brain for an answer, only to yelp when something hard bumped to her side, almost causing her to slide off her chair. Instead, an arm looped around her waist and pulled her back, pressing her against the firm chest beside her.
“Utahime,” Gojo said cheerfully and grunted when he was elbowed on the stomach. “Ow!”
“Let go, you idiot!” she snarled.
“Now, now, children,” Getou said as he sat down across from them besides Shoko, placing his own lunch tray down. “Do we need to separate you to the little kid’s table?”
Utahime glowered hard at him, only to stiffen as she realized that Gojo’s arm was still wrapped around her. His hand was settled quite comfortably on her hip and she subtly moved her own hand down in order to pinch him.
Before she could reach him, Gojo’s hand moved lower.
Shoko and Getou both looked up in surprise when Utahime suddenly dropped her spoon. Their eyes turned to Gojo when they saw Utahime glaring angrily at him, but Gojo merely raised his hands up to show his innocence, sticking his tongue out at them childishly.
“Moron,” Utahime hissed, hating how hot her cheeks felt, but more than that, hating how her skin seemed to burn with the lingering touch of Gojo’s hand, which had so indulgently squeezed the side of her butt. She should have slapped him for that, but it was too late. Instead, she turned her attention to the bowl of rice, stabbing her spoon into it aggressively.
Vaguely, she could hear Getou and Shoko talking about something together, but Utahime was much more preoccupied with cursing herself for barging into Gojo’s room like that yesterday. If it wasn’t for that, she wouldn’t be under the mercy of this fool right now! Her phone would have been dead, but at least she wouldn’t be enduring this humiliation.
Not to mention, all that trouble for nothing. Her phone was still dead anyways!
She stuffed her cheeks with the rice and then promptly almost choked when she felt a heavy, firm hand grab her knee. Utahime stiffened, eyes shooting over to the pair in front of her and to her relief, Shoko and Getou didn’t seem to notice. However, to her trepidation, Shoko then looked over to her.
“Are you still okay with coming with us after school? Your phone’s dead, but we can just stick together so you don’t get lost. Worst case scenario, Gojo or Getou can find you.” Shoko said, knowing that Gojo could easily find people with his abilities while Getou had an arsenal of spirits at his disposal that could track people down.
Utahime’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that-ah!”
Gojo squeezed her knee firmly from under the table.
Shoko and Getou looked at Utahime in surprise, but she struggled to maintain her composure. “Sorry, I almost choked on the rice. A-And I... um.. that sounds g-goo-ah-d! Sorry! U-Um, I mean, the idea is good. I think I... em... I mean... s-su-orry, maybe next time!”
The words were rushed out as Utahime felt Gojo’s hand trailing upward, his fingers leaving behind lingering touches despite the dense material of her red hakama. The moment she’d tried to agree to go with Shoko, Gojo would squeeze and trail his fingers higher up her thigh.
Immediately, Shoko turned to Gojo, brown eyes narrowing slightly with displeasure. “Gojo.”
“Mm?” he gave her a winning smile while Getou peacefully sipped his tea, watching the panic lace over Utahime’s face while the standoff took place in front of him.
“Show me your hands.” she demanded.
Gojo easily complied, lifting his hands up for all to see.
“Utahime,” Shoko then spoke, still staring so that Gojo’s hands were in the air. “Do you want to go with us to the city later?”
“I... um...” Utahime lowered her spoon onto the tray. “T-Thanks... but maybe next time.”
“Are you sure?” Getou asked this time, finally speaking. Unlike Shoko, there was amusement dancing in his eyes, especially because of how Gojo looked absolutely giddy by the turn of events.
Utahime noticed as well, scowling vehemently at Gojo while she grounded the words out. “I’m sure.”
It was time to settle this matter.
The clicks of Utahime’s boots echoed menacingly through the halls as she made her way towards Gojo’s room. She glowered angrily at the front door, chest heaving with rage and frustration over what had taken place throughout the entire day.
Her ear still burned from Gojo’s parting words after lunch.
“Did you enjoy the show yesterday?” he purred into her ear. “If I had known you were there, I would have never finished first. I’m a gentleman, after all.”
Frustrated at how her own mind betrayed her with such... such... vile memories, Utahime knocked on the door hard. She jumped as it opened by itself again, which only served to set her off again as her mind helpfully reminded her what happened the last time the door opened by itself.
Oh god, did she really want to go in there when this was like deja vu all over again?
“Come in, Uta-himeeee~!”
Her face contorted into a snarl when she heard Gojo’s playful lilt of her name.
Yes, yes she wanted to go in there.
In fact, she wanted to storm in there and punch that ever-loving goddamn smirk off of his-.
“You!” Utahime raged while pointing an accusing finger, the door closing with a satisfying slam after she kicked it shut behind her.
“In here,” she heard the sound coming from her left and felt her face turn aflame when she realized Gojo’s voice was coming from his bedroom. “Don’t be shy, come in.”
“No!” she yelled. “You come out here!”
No way! She’d learned her lesson! She wasn't going to go in there again. Ever!
“Well, we can just continue having our chat like this then. I can yell and you can continue screaming.” Gojo said nonchalantly and distantly, she heard a page being turned, probably one of his insufferable, immature manga books. “The walls are pretty thin though and I know Suguru next door is-.”
“Getou-kun, unlike me, is out in the city with Shoko!” Utahime yelled while storming inside, infuriated by this imbecile. Whatever patience she normally had was completely shot because of how he’d pushed her to her last nerve. Today was a rare day off after morning lessons and she would have been spending it with her dear friend if not for this moron and his stupid games!!
Gojo tossed the manga to the side as he crossed his legs from the edge of his bed, resting his chin on his palm as he gave her a million dollar smile. “You never answered me, U-ta-hi-me~. Did you enjoy the show yesterday?”
“This is sexual harassment!” Utahime hissed and if she had been part cat, she knew all her fur would have been on edge and her pupils completely dilated with how overwhelmed she was with adrenaline right now. Oh how she would love to claw his pretty blue eyes out.
“Ehhh, but Utahime, you’re the one who was hiding in my closet, invading my privacy.” Gojo said innocently, enjoying how she seemed to puff up in anger even more. Utahime was always so cute like this. “I should be reporting you for sexual harassment.”
“Y-You-!” Utahime began, ready to explode, but at the same time, completely frustrated because she knew he was right. The fact of the matter was that she had intruded in his space! But the way he was getting his revenge was too cruel! She hadn’t meant to! A-And if he’d given her a chance to apologize, she would have... have...
“Besides, why should I stop when it’s obvious that you want this as well.”
Completely taken off guard, Utahime stared at Gojo, flabbergasted by the nonsense leaving his lips.
“You could have easily ended this by telling everyone what I was doing to you all day, but you kept it a secret.” he said with a confident smile, his palm remembering just how plush and warm Utahime’s thigh had felt under his grip. “Shoko even gave you an obvious out, but you didn’t say a word.”
“T-That’s...” she stammered. “T-That’s because this was m-my fault! I-I’m the one who’s guilty.”
There was a pause before Gojo’s mood seemed to darken, a frown forming on his face. For the first time since they started this ridiculous conversation, the amusement that had lingered around him dropped and Utahime struggled not to squirm when Gojo’s pitch black sunglasses tipped down his nose, revealing his intense blue eyes that seemed to pierce through her as he spoke. “Does that mean you’d just let any guy touch you like this because you’re guilty?”
“Of course not!” she sputtered. The mere thought of another person touching her that way repulsed her... but when it was Gojo... when she remembered yesterday... the heat that would flare through her body... that guilt that threatened to sink her into the ground in shame... and the burning embarrassment over the entire situation....
“Then it’s because you want me, that’s why you don’t mind me touching you like that.” Gojo said with a conclusive nod, crossing his arms while looking rather proud with himself.
The audacity made Utahime steam, the fury from before returning. She’d had enough of his games. She was the idiot thinking she could talk this whole thing out with him! Utahime hissed angrily at him, turning to leave. “In your dreams, you idiot!”
She’d barely turned around when she felt a hand grab her firmly by the wrist. A yelp of surprise left her as she was pulled backwards, her feet stumbling until she crashed against the nearby wall. She winced at how her head bumped against the wall and was about to yell at Gojo, only to find that her vision was covered in a sea of blue as Gojo loomed before her, taking advantage of his massive height over her.
There was that everlasting cocky smile on his face as he leaned towards her, murmuring in that arrogant smug voice that made her want to punch him in the stomach. “No thank you. I prefer good ole reality instead.”
And then without warning, he leaned forward to seal his lips against hers.
Utahime’s eyes widened, her mind shutting down by the fact that Gojo was kissing her. It was such an unfathomable thing that she didn’t respond at first, giving Gojo time to settle into the kiss, tilting his head in order to try and find the best angle to meld his lips against hers. She then finally shivered when she felt his tongue brush against her bottom lip.
A part of her wanted to kick him, to scream at him that he was such a moron for daring to touch her like this... but at the same time... she couldn’t help but remember yesterday...
His heated growl, the way he’d said her name so wantonly, the scent of Gojo’s need filling the air...
Gojo gently teased, giving Utahime ample opportunity to push him away. Instead, she seemed to sink into the kiss, tentatively tilting her head as well in order to kiss him better, her eyes fluttering to a close.
That mere fact was enough to give him the confidence to pull away briefly, his words burning into her lips as he murmured. “Open your mouth.”
There was a moment of hesitation when, much to his delight, Utahime meekly obeyed. Her small frame trembled beneath him as she slowly parted her lips for him.
Never one to let opportunity go to waste, Gojo’s tongue immediately slipped past her lips, a groan escaping him the moment he tasted the sweetness of her pliant mouth. Gods, how he’d dreamed of this moment for so long. No way was he letting this chance pass.
He gripped her shoulders tightly, keeping her still as he kissed her harder, his tongue penetrating deeper. Greed filled him as he wanted to taste and touch every little bit of her decadent mouth, to draw out all those small little panicked squeaks and mewls that sent shivers down his spine.
More.
Utahime moaned, feeling Gojo’s hands tugging at her white top. The feel of his fingers against her bare skin felt so good. She felt him stroking her stomach and then her eyes widened when she felt the same hand trail higher, teasing the edges of her bra. She squirmed, unaccustomed to such touches, only for her eyes to fly open even wider when Gojo’s hand then slipped underneath the thin material in order to brazenly cup her naked breast.
The instinctive part of her wanted to slap his hand away, mortified that he’d dare touch her like this. But when he firmly squeezed the sensitive flesh, she unwittingly whimpered into Gojo’s mouth instead. Why did it feel so good? Was it normal to feel as though she was on fire with him being this close, his hands openly touching her like this?
The sound made Gojo groan, his fingers brushing against the sensitive tip of her breast and coaxing it to pebble for him. She was so soft and so malleable, her skin yielding to him with each greedy squeeze. The fact that Utahime was letting him touch her like this overwhelmed him with such hunger.
This wasn’t enough.
He wanted more.
Utahime finally broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, her fingers clutching onto Gojo’s arms tightly as she felt him shove a knee between her legs. He pushed her up higher, nearly leaving her standing on her toes, and her insides began to twist with need, a pleasurable hum throbbing from where he pressed into her. “G-Gojo!”
“Have you ever thought about me when touching yourself?” he inquired playfully as he cuddled her against him. “Maybe even right after the eyeful you got yesterday? After all, you had a full view of me in all my glory.”
Her eyes nearly goggled at his inquiry. Did she ever-? W-What?!
“Tell me, hime,” Gojo buried his face into her neck, nuzzling into the tender skin while his hand continued to greedily palm her breast. “Did it turn you on so much that you ran to your room to masturbate to the memory of me?”
His outlandish words mortified her and Utahime bit her lip, unwilling to speak. But Gojo was never one to be denied, especially when it was something he really wanted. And gods, he desperately wanted the pure and prude Utahime to tell him with her own sweet lips at how aroused she’d been because of him.
Gojo grinded his knee up against her even higher, intentionally pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and smiled when that left Utahime shuddering before him, her face pressed into his hair as she shook her head frantically. “N-No! I’ve... I’ve never touched myself before!”
The shy and timid answer made Gojo’s cock harden even more, especially because of the fact that this was Utahime Iori, of all people, that was talking to him like this.
This woman who had played a lead role in so many of his fantasies... the one whose name he’d sometimes scream when hooking up with other women...
And now she was all his to eat to his fill.
“Then allow me the pleasure of being the first,” he growled into her ear before slipping his hand under her pants, delving underneath her underwear and immediately cupping her. He felt her fingers tighten around the back of his shirt and bit back the oath that threatened to escape his lips at how she clenched so tightly around his fingers as he pressed into her.
“G-Gojo,” she panted helplessly in a panic, terrified of the feelings he was eliciting. Instead, he pushed in deeper, the palm of his hand grinding against her swollen clit. Utahime shivered, totally lost in such unfamiliar sensations. It felt so good... too good... how was he making her feel this good?
“Satoru,” he demanded instead. “Call me Satoru or I’m going to stop.”
Panic ran through her and Utahime obediently obliged. “S-Satoru.”
“Fuck, Utahime,” he groaned. “Say my name again.”
“Sato-ru!” the latter half of his name came out as a squeal as he picked up the pace, her wetness growing with each thrust. She whimpered his name as he pushed in another finger, stretching her even further. “I... mm... S-Satoru...”
He roughly grabbed her jaw, pulling her back in for another searing kiss and continued to ravage her mouth ravenously. His cock throbbed with need, but his desire to see her unravel before him was even greater. Besides, it seemed like his Utahime was a virgin.
He’d need her even wetter if he wanted her to be able to take his girth.
Utahime struggled beneath him, feeling the coiling heat growing stronger and stronger within her. It was fiercer, more powerful, than everything she’d ever felt and it terrified her because of that. Gojo’s grip relented, allowing her to turn her head and cry out, her breathing coming out in sharp pants as her entire body shook as Gojo continued to take her higher and higher.
“P-Please,” she begged, completely overwhelmed.
Gojo pressed his forehead against hers. “Focus on me, Utahime. I’ll make you feel so good. I promise.”
He pushed in another finger, three of his digits now roughly thrusting in and out of her. She was soaking wet, covering his entire palm and he knew her thighs were completely drenched as well.
“S-Satoru!” she screamed, arching her back while her inner walls clamped tightly around his fingers. What was he doing to her? What was even happening?!
“Utahime,” he groaned her name heatedly, relishing the moment as Utahime’s entire body became taut against him. Gojo urged her to kiss him back, not caring of how sloppy it was because all he could focus on was her taste and how tightly she clung to his fingers.
She remained boneless against the wall, whining against his lips as he pulled his fingers away... her eyes widening as Gojo then pulled away, intentionally and slowly lifting his slopping wet hand in order to lick every single digit clean right before her eyes.
“Y-You...” words failed her as Utahime stared, completely mortified by what had happened, but at the same time... at the same time...
“Mm, let’s continue on the bed, shall we?” Gojo purred, grabbing her wrist and guiding her to his bed. He pushed her down onto it and Utahime fell, eyes locked onto his while her heart felt like it was going to smash out of her ribs.
It tingled between her legs, from where he’d touched her so roughly... her clothes felt so uncomfortable, her skin way too sensitive...
Utahime then inhaled sharply, maybe even a little fearfully, as she then saw the impressive tent growing beneath Gojo’s pants.
“Um... I...” she stammered causing him to laugh as he leaned forward, caging her against his bed.
“Who knew the fierce Utahime could be so cute like this?” he cooed, nuzzling into the side of her face before kissing her cheek. Gojo continued to press against her, urging her to lie down on his bed. He straddled her hips, briefly pulling away in order to take off his shirt and quietly relished at how she stared up at him wide eyed, enjoying how her gaze raked over him.
Hm... she was also still wearing too many clothes.
Utahime squeaked in alarm when Gojo roughly grabbed at her loosened hakui, easily slipping it off of her and revealing the bra that was doing a poor job of covering her breasts after he’d played with them just moments ago. No longer caught up in the heat of the moment, Utahime bit her lip and glared at Gojo defiantly, torn between feeling embarrassed but at the same time... well... it took two to tango and she hadn’t exactly been fighting him about this...
“W-What?” she tried to growl angrily, but had a sinking feeling that it was more akin to a kitty snapping at a fierce lion.
“Cute bra,” he remarked and Utahime’s fingers twitched with the urge to smack him, especially when he playfully pulled at the band and let it snap against her skin. Instead, she was thrown off guard when he easily slipped her bra off of her as well, tossing it over his shoulder. “Buuut I prefer Utahime au natural.”
Arms immediately covered her chest and she looked at him in shock and outrage. “G-Gojo!”
“Mm,” he leaned closer and pressed his temple against hers, staring into her eyes with the same fierce intensity from before. “I told you, it’s Satoru now.”
Before she could snark back at him, Gojo kissed her hard and pressed her back down onto the bed. She couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his firm bare chest pressed against her own, shivering as every movement caused the tip of her pointed breasts to rub against him, sending sparks of pleasure that made her rub her thighs together unwittingly.
To her embarrassment, Gojo seemed to notice as he groaned and whispered into her lips. “Soon.”
He took his time, tasting her lips thoroughly, wanting to make sure she would never forget the taste of his own mouth by the time they were done. And afterwards, perhaps there would be more nights... more days... like this.
A possibility that sent a rushing thrill within him.
Gojo pulled at her loosened hakama, licking his lips as that exposed the luscious milky thighs he’d never been able to witness before. As a student, Utahime had always worn those black stockings that did nothing to hide the allure of her legs, always making him discreetly stare from behind his dark sunglasses. But now, Gojo openly leered at them, his throat tightening with hunger while he could still taste the lingering sweetness of her slickness on his tongue.
Her white panty was so cute and so like Utahime. He kissed her lower stomach, pulling down the thin cotton before kissing the soaking wet curls beneath, trailing lower and lower while Utahime shook harder beneath him.
“S-Satoru,” she panted harshly.
“Mm, soon,” he promised again while kissing her inner thigh, fingers skillfully undoing the laces to her boots. They were thrown carelessly over his shoulders while his eyes then feasted on the sight of the completely naked woman of his dreams. “Fuck.”
“What,” she demanded defiantly, resisting the urge to cover himself. If there was one thing Utahime hated, it was being vulnerable and what she hated even more was being vulnerable in front of Gojo. Would he tease her again? Make fun of her for something else?
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, much to her surprise. Gojo hastily pulled down his trousers and Utahime’s eyes widened at how he so carelessly released his cock from its confines, alarm immediately filling her at the sight of it. Were they all always so... so big like that?!
Utahime was pulled from her thoughts when something small yet firm was tossed at her face. She instinctively caught it and stared down, swallowing hard when she saw the familiar square shaped package she’d always seen but had never really used herself.
“Put it on me,” Gojo purred. “Unless you need help?”
She scowled angrily at his taunting voice and almost threw the condom back at him. Instead, she tore through the wrapper before tentatively crawling over the bed towards where Gojo stood at the end. Utahime licked her lips uncertainly, hesitant to touch... but also so curious...
Gojo watched, completely enraptured at the sight of Utahime fumbling with the condom. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening, that Utahime was on her knees in front of him with that cute frown on her face, nervousness obvious but also... eager...
He had taken plenty of women before, but never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d ever be in this situation with Utahime.
Inch by inch, his cock was covered, her delicate fingers cautiously pulling down the thin rubber and making him shudder slightly at the heat from her palms. Only she could test his self-control like this.
Not fair.
He wanted her to lose it as well.
The moment she was done, Gojo pushed her back down on the bed, kissing her eagerly with one hand clutching onto her nape while the other kept her pressed close to him. He could never get tired of the taste of her lips, the taste of her skin, the feel of her soft supple body against his own...
Utahime panted, whining as Gojo turned his attention to her neck, unable to distract herself to the feel of his burning erection pressed insistently on her lower stomach. She must be insane. What was she doing all of a sudden?
But as he grinded himself against her, the feel of his member rubbing against her sensitive clit made her tremble and she unwittingly whimpered his name again.
There was definitely no turning back here.
Gojo rubbed himself over her opening, making sure to coat himself thoroughly with her slickness. She felt so hot and inviting. His hands firmly grasped her legs, keeping them parted while the thick tip of his cock pressed into her opening.
“S-Satoru,” she whispered his name tentatively and he couldn’t help but affectionately kiss her calf.
“Relax,” he purred. “I promised you earlier, didn’t I? I’ll make you feel so good.”
And then he began to push in.
Utahime bit her lip, clenching her eyes shut as she felt him parting her inner walls once more. But unlike his fingers, Gojo was much bigger... thicker...
This was impossible!
“Mm, you’re doing so good for me, Utahime,” Gojo cooed.
“You’re... an ass...” she managed to spit out, face flushed as she struggled not to whimper at the burning pain.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Gojo teased, his hand mischievously trailing down her thigh before settling between her legs. He greedily drank in the sight of his cock partly in her, the way she opened herself up for him. Blue eyes flickered upward towards Utahime’s face and he grinned, toying with the engorged pearl just like before, causing Utahime to arch her back sharply and choke. “See, just like that. So good.”
“S-Satoru,” she gasped out, unable to breathe because of how filled she felt as he entered her inch by inch. Each stroke of his fingers made her clenched tightly around him, but somehow instead of forcing him out, her body seemed to be embracing him more instead. Her hands clutched onto the bed sheets, tears trailing down her cheeks as she finally felt him seated to the hilt inside of her.
Gojo leaned down to kiss her hard, his nails digging into her hips as he struggled not to plunge in and out of her over and over again due to the vice grip she had over his length. The way her inner walls fluttered instinctively around him was maddening, threatening to snap his self-control.
“Utahime,” he groaned into her lips. “Does it still hurt?”
The fact that he was even asking confused her before she scowled, looking away in embarrassment. Gojo was a jerk... but he wasn’t overtly cruel...
“It... I’m... I’m okay...” she mumbled, unable to look at those all-seeing blue eyes that were watching her so closely. Funny. She was currently completely naked and vulnerable beneath him and yet, his eyes were the things that always made her feel most exposed.
Gojo didn’t seem deterred by the fact that she refused to look at him, kissing her on the check and trailing his lips down her jawline before burying himself into her neck. “Mm, you feel so good.”
The blush on her face immediately trailed down her neck, much to his amusement and her mortification.
“Let’s make the both of us feel good now, shall we?” he teased.
Utahime gasped, shivering as Gojo began to pull out. Her inexperienced muscles flexed with the movement and it still burned a little, but when Gojo snapped his hips back into her, Utahime arched her back and cried out his name.
Gojo watched greedily, his pace growing more and more merciless as he found himself enraptured by Utahime’s expressions. He'd always loved teasing her and making her angry because she always had the best reactions, but right now, he could honestly say that the face she was currently making was now his favorite.
He palmed her breasts, reveling in the softness of them. Utahime always dressed so conservatively. Who knew she was hiding these babies underneath all those layers of clothes?
Utahime's hand immediately clutched onto the back of Gojo’s hair, whimpering when he suddenly enveloped her breast into his mouth. It felt so hot and made it even harder to think, the combination of his teeth worrying her nipple while his cock continued to thrust so deeply inside of her. Unwittingly, her thighs tightened around his hips, her ankles locking behind his lower back.
“S-Satoru,” she mewled. “P-Please.”
It was too hot. This was too much. The earlier mind-blowing sensation couldn’t light a candle to what she was feeling right now.
“I got you,” he cooed, pecking her on the lips. “That’s it.”
When Gojo tangled his fingers with her own, Utahime immediately held on. It felt reassuring and safe. When Gojo leaned down to kiss her, she moaned and didn’t hesitate to respond, her own tongue reaching out to entangle with his.
It all felt so good.
“Utahime,” he groaned into her lips, thrusting even harder into her and making her whine. “Cum for me. Let me see your face while you cum around me.”
“Don’t... Don’t say that!” she protested in embarrassment, but it didn’t matter.
The feel of him driving into her so hard, his pelvis pressing hard against her clit, her sensitive nipples rubbing against his chest... and the way his eyes stared at her so hungrily...
Utahime cried out his name, eyes clenched shut while her fingers desperately clung onto Gojo’s hands. She never orgasmed like this before, her inner walls clutching around Gojo’s member with a tightness that made him swear her name out like an oath. And in the midst of it all, he never stopped his pace, continuing the rhythmic thrust that set her thrashing beneath him.
“S-Satoru,” she panted out, unable to breathe, but he was merciless.
“Again,” he demanded. “We’re going to cum together this time.”
She wanted to beg him to stop, to give her a chance to breathe. But life would always bend to the whims of Gojo Satoru and Utahime kissed him back hard as she shattered around him for the second time, a harsh shudder running through her as she felt him stiffen while a muted warmth filled inside of her.
A few tears slipped from her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations he’d elicited out of her. Their harsh breaths intermingled in between their lips, but Gojo refused to pull away and break the kiss, intent on making it last as long as possible.
Now that he had a taste, he didn’t think he could ever stay away.
Not when he knew what it felt to have Utahime’s nether lips wrapped so possessively around his cock.
As he finally pulled away, softened blue eyes absorbed the sight of the spent woman beneath him. Her skin glowing with sweat and the afterglow of her orgasm, her eyes glazed, and that look of contentment on her face.
And especially not after knowing the sweet expressions she could make while under him like this.
Gojo kissed her again reassuringly, devouring her soft whimpers as he pulled out of her, knowing she was probably still feeling a bit tender. He reluctantly pulled away, but not before whispering into her lips. “I’ll be right back.”
Utahime blinked languidly, brain still trying to catch up with what had happened.
What just happened?
What had she just done?
She’d... She’d just given herself away to Gojo... but... why? It wasn’t like she liked him like that! R-Right? This was just... just purely physical.
She jumped, gasping when she felt something warm and wet brushing between her legs. Utahime sat up in alarm and felt the blush on her cheeks expand down to her neck all over again when she saw Gojo wiping a damp cloth between her legs. “W-What are you-?”
“As much as I’d have enjoyed immediately jumping into a post-sex cuddle, it probably won’t be too comfortable for you like this.” he explained off-handedly.
“Gojo...” she whispered.
He twitched at the name she used, but this time didn’t say anything. Instead, he grinned before looking up at her with a mischievous smile. “It was worth it, wasn’t it, U-ta-hi-me?”
Her fingers reflexively clutched onto the pillow and she almost chucked it at his face. Instead, she looked away with a scowl, trying to ignore how gentle and attentive he was being.
The bed dipped as Gojo settled back on it and his smile widened at how Utahime didn’t make a fuss when he pulled her into his arms. He sighed, enjoying the warmth of her bare skin against his, and unable to help himself, he kissed her on the temple. Utahime stiffened against him, but, to his delight, eventually relaxed and even leaned into him. His fingers began to run up and down her spine, his eyes closing as he savored this moment with her.
Fuck.
How was he going to make this a regular thing between them? Hell, how was he going to turn this into something even more?
There was no way in hell he was going to let someone else be with Utahime now. No, no, he knew himself too well and he was way too selfish to let someone else kiss Utahime the way he had, let alone touch her the way he had just moments ago. At the same time, he couldn’t force her to stay with him.
Hm... perhaps he could continue to goad and make fun of her? Utahime hadn’t exactly been complaining earlier. If he could just-.
“I...” she began hesitantly, breaking the silence. “I wouldn’t mind... if... if we did this again...”
Utahime spoke so timidly, obviously unaccustomed to talking about things like this.
But Gojo was far too excited to enjoy the cute expression she was making right now.
She wouldn’t mind doing this again?
Seriously?!
Was this a dream?!
“...Gojo?” she whispered his name, gathering the courage to look up at him.
He replied by kissing her gently on the lips, replying. “If we’re going to do this again, you can’t call me Gojo anymore.”
The flush on Utahime’s cheeks deepened and she scowled, knowing he was teasing her again. “You-.”
“How would you like it if I called you Iori whenever I cu-mmph,” his mouth was covered by her hands and he grinned beneath her palms at how red her face was.
“Fine!” she spat out. “Satoru! Satoru! You happy now?!”
He grabbed her wrists and kissed her palms, pressing them against his cheeks while he replied. “Very.”
Utahime fidgeted, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze before sharply looking away. “G-Good.”
Gojo pulled her even closer to him and nuzzled into her hair, preening at how this had all developed the way he wanted without him having to try much. He knew he was too irresistible to her! “So does that mean you’re mine now?”
“W-What?!”
“Mm, I guess open relationships are okay, if that’s what you’re into,” Gojo said and then grunted as Utahime jabbed her finger into his side. “Ow!”
“I’m not... I’m not into things like that!” she exclaimed, though honestly, she had no idea what she was really into. She’d literally been a virgin not even an hour ago. Romantic relationships weren’t exactly her forte... unlike Mr. Man-whore here. “Whatever. If you want an open relationship, go find someone else wh-mmph!”
Gojo abruptly lifted her chin and kissed her hard. He turned them around so that he was now pinning her beneath him on his bed again. His tongue immediately invaded her depths, ravenously tasting and enjoying what she had to offer. He felt Utahime’s fingers clench onto his arms, obviously overwhelmed and wanting to air, but he continued on longer, stopping only when Utahime was gasping for air and was staring up at him bemused and focused solely on him.
With other women, it had always been such a casual affair. He never cared if they decided to wander off or if they even decided to come back. They were just playful toys at that moment before he moved on.
But Utahime wasn’t just any other woman.
“I want no one but you, Utahime,” he purred out. “Do you feel the same?”
His heart was pounding, despite the playful cocky smile on his face.
Utahime looked up at him wide eyed before looking away to the side, a nervous scowl on her lips. “I... yes...”
All the air was then forced out of her as Gojo dropped his weight on top of her.
“Gojo!”
“It’s Satoru now,” he corrected with a laugh. “But don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get into the habit.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” she sputtered.
“Because now I’m going to be having you scream it for the next few hours or so.” Gojo said seriously. “And if you still call me by my surname, we’ll just have to go another dozen rounds until it sinks in.”
Utahime looked at him in horror. Hours? Dozen rounds?! What kind of stamina-oh... right... he was a monster in that regard.
Utahime looked at him in slight apprehension.
Would she be able to keep up?
“G-Goj-I mean Satoru!”
“Mm, let’s add another hour to our list.” he said with a pragmatic nod.
“SATORU!”
Gojo laughed, delighted. “Now you’re getting it!”