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“That will be all for today, class dismiss.”
“Thank you for your hard work, sensei,” The students said bowing to her before scampering out of the classroom, Utahime giggled as she watched her students run like puppies to enjoy their weekend, God knows what or where are they going but she’s happy they could still act as teenagers despite the dangers of being a sorcerer. Looking at her open window and seeing the sun still slightly above the horizon, Utahime decided to go home early instead of staying at school, it’s Friday and tomorrow is the weekend, she was sure her husband Gojo would also come home to Kyoto to spend the weekend with her.
So, without much thought and after several minutes she was already at her house- key in hand when even before she could slot in the key, the door opened revealing her 190cm tall husband his circular glasses gone from her view as he opened his arms to greet her surprising her when it finally registered in her mind her husband was already home before her.
“Welcome home, honey~!” Gojo greeted watching as the surprise from Utahime’s face subsided.
“I. . .I’m home” Utahime started blinking twice before she finally composed herself before entering her house. Gojo was attentive enough to help her with her coat and bags before both of them entered the living room
“So. . .” Gojo started placing Utahime’s bag on the foyer table after hanging her coat on the coat rack “Are you surprised?” he asked waiting giddily like a little boy to be praised for good behavior, Utahime looked him over her shoulder before disappearing into their room to get change “Yes” she smiled a little not bothering to close the door of their room and let her husband watch, he’d open it anyway- she reasoned out.
“It’s too early for you to be here,” Utahime said disrobing herself starting from her red hakama, once the ties loosened, her kosode also loosened much like a bathrobe, she looked in his direction a raised brow at his happy grinning face “Did you cut classes?” she said suspiciously
“Hime, How could you?! I didn’t skip classes” Gojo pouted like a petulant child crossing his arms over his chest “I behaved well in class! You can even ask Yaga-sensei” he furrowed his brows, he was telling the truth but his wife always suspects him of misbehaving- well, he often does but when it comes to her and her request he always made sure to follow it like a good little kid.
Utahime couldn’t help but let a soft giggle escape her lips at his answer, it was so cute of her husband to act like a child sometimes- well, technically he’s still a child- a teenager to be precise but already married to her, nonetheless.
How they got married was an agreement between their clans before they were even born. A promise to protect and support one another, a binding vow made by their clans from the Heian period that they still uphold for the sake of peace when the inevitable awakening of Sukuna emerges.
They practically grew up together, always near each other, always playing, always arguing and teasing, but Utahime knew the reason why the adults wanted them to always be together, she knew the binding vow that bonded her clan to his. And although, she knew it was an arrange marriage, Utahime couldn’t help but fall for the boy as time flew, she knew expected even, that Gojo would want to break the vow knowing since they were children that he abhors stupid traditions added that she also knew Gojo doesn’t have any romantic feelings for her- she’s just a weak childhood friend he grew up with nothing more and nothing less, and the fact that she was older than him made it more convincing Gojo would not agree to their arrange marriage.
Then, the time came were their parents finally told them of the binding vow, hoping to convince the two to get married before Utahime graduates since there is a possibility the Higher Ups would try to monopolize Utahime’s technique for their own. He was 17 turning 18 on December still young, and future bright and she was 20 about to graduate on Spring full of ambition.They were too young yet the promise between their clans cared little to their age.
No words were exchanged between them after they were informed and Utahime assumed Gojo was beyond annoyed with the news. It hurt her a bit that she was right about Gojo’s feelings for her, that she was merely a childhood friend and he would rather break the binding vow. So, with a heavy hearth, and tears held back Utahime accepted the position as a teacher in Kyoto once she graduates to finally be away from Gojo.
However, it surprised her when one morning, four days before her scheduled departure from Tokyo to Kyoto Gojo knocked on her door incessantly until she opened the door, she was about to berate him for disturbing her when he closed the distance between them and hug her so close that she could practically hear his hearth thumping loudly making her hearth thump in the same speed as his.
“Let’s get married, Hime”
“Huh?” she asked not quite catching what he said, Gojo groaned before pulling his head away from her neck with a pout like a spoiled brat
“I said let’s get married, Hime,” he said almost pleadingly at her “Let’s live together”
Then with a punch, a shout, and some crying and honest confession, they were married three days later. However, this didn’t stop Utahime from going to Kyoto which made Gojo upset for a whole week- they were supposed to have their honeymoon after their wedding but Gojo still being a minor and Utahime who just turned 20 a couple of months ago made arrangements on how they will live as a student and teacher married couple, and 1 year later in their married life the both of them had managed to successfully navigate their married life without the higher-ups knowing.
After changing into more comfortable clothes, Utahime found Gojo still pouting at her for assuming he cut classes. She’s going to be honest, she finds it cute whenever Gojo pouts at her. Sighing in defeat, Utahime walked towards her husband and slowly pulled his arms to uncross itself before she hugged him tenderly nestling her face in his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she said mumbling in his chest smelling his natural smell and cologne she knew by heart belonged to him.
“I was expecting you to return later in the evening. . . hanging out with Shoko and Geto after school” She peered up at him noticing his furrowed brows unknotting themselves “You know, like normal teenagers”
“But, I’m not a normal teenager,” Satoru said almost whining, his hands and arms circling around his wife’s small body and pulling her closer as he nuzzled his cheeks to her hair “I have a wife. . . a beautiful teacher wife” he chuckled before kissing her temple “spending time with you is my top priority, Hime~”
Satoru replied bumping their nose together, doing the Eskimo kiss still giggling when he noticed Utahime blushing, he liked seeing her blush more than seeing her lose her composure.
“So clingy” Utahime laughed pushing Gojo softly away from her but that only made Gojo held her tighter against his “I wouldn’t be if you just stayed in Tokyo and taught there,”
Gojo leaned down and softly whispered to her using his bedroom voice “Just imagining you as my sensei is hot, Hime, doing stuff together in an abandoned classroom after class when no one’s around~”
“Eww, gross!” Utahime said pushing away from him again but despite her protest, her face was redder, the glare she usually throws at him when he’s being annoying doesn’t have the fire it usually has, nor did she step away from his embrace.
“you say that, but your blushing. . . are you turned on~”
“N-no!” she finally stepped away from him glaring at her husband.
“Damn it, I thought I’d finally get some sexy time with you.”
“In your dreams” she clicked her tongue before shoving him towards the bathroom “Go take a bath, Gojo, you’re covered in sweat.”
“It’s Satoru, mind you. . . you’re a Gojo as well remember?” he reminded her before deciding to close the door to the bathroom but then decided to open it again a determined look on his face
“Hime” he called making Utahime look back at him “Aren’t you going to join me in the bath?” he asked hopefully giving her his puppy eyes that manages to work every time, however, this time it seemed it wouldn’t work because all her attention was reverted to her buzzing phone. He eyed the little device as she pulled it out of her bag wanting to destroy it to pieces if not for Utahime looking apologetic to him, she was about to take the call when Gojo suddenly snatched it away from behind her and turned it off in the process as well.
“Gojo! What are you doing, that could be from work” she screamed looking at him over her shoulder, he held her firmly over her waist preventing her from completely turning around to him
“I don’t care” Gojo started throwing her phone on their small couch “I thought we agreed not to bring work at home, huh?” he asked clearly displeased that something else was disturbing their limited time together.
“What happened to our quality time?” he demanded glaring at her. He was often a patient man with her, reasonable most of the time but it irritates him when something takes her attention away from him especially when he knows it was supposed to be his time with her.
“Gojo” she said his name again this time a bit softer, Utahime saw the hurt in his eyes when he looked at her. She’s being unfair to him, she knows and she feels guilty about it, after all, they couldn’t be together all the time, she should just focus her time with him while he’s with her, spoil him when they have time, she wanted to turn around and face him to kiss him all over his face as well as say sorry for ignoring him
“Gojo, I’m sorry-!”
She suddenly gasped unable to finish her sentence when she felt him grope her breast under her shirt
“It’s Satoru, Hime. . . you’re a Gojo too- Gojo Utahime or did you forget?” he whispered correcting her once again but unlike before his voice was rougher “You keep forgetting my name” he pouted, glaring at her softly “Should I remind you to say my name correctly?” he smirked before groping her breast once again but this time, Gojo decided to pinch her nipples as well making Utahime shiver in his hold
“Sa.to.ru” he annunciated while pinching her nipples for each syllable of his name “Can you try saying it?”
“Satoru~” she repeated when he squeezed and pinched ber chest although it sounded like a whimper- almost a moan, how can she not when she’s being aroused?
“See? It wasn’t so hard to say my name, does it?” Gojo mumbled behind her ear, enjoying the sounds she made making him tremble as all his blood rushed south.
Truth be told, even after 1 year of getting married to each other, the two of them haven’t crossed the line yet, the most they would do was kiss with their tongues and making-out with their clothes on, Gojo never quite able to go pass groping her over her shirt afraid that he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he saw her naked but it seemed he doesn’t have that problem right now.
Groaning, Satoru nuzzled her neck tenderly leaving butterfly kisses along her slender neck as he continues to squeeze her, dazed with the feeling of her breast against his palms and the soft whimpers escaping his wife’s mouth Gojo absentmindedly bit Utahime’s neck, startling her
“Satoru, wait! Don’t leave a mark” she whined pulling him away from her neck uselessly.
“Why? Is there a problem?” he asked still continuing his little ministration uncaring of the consequences
“n-no, but it’s embarrassing- Ack! Satoru!”
“Are you embarrassed of me Hime?” Gojo taunted after biting her again then sucking on it to leave a small bruise “embarrassed that you’re married to a high school student when you’re a teacher?”
“N-no, that’s not it” she panted, breath heavy as Gojo didn’t relent “then what?”
“they might think I’m wild- it won’t be a good image for a teacher” she reasoned out “Please, Satoru”
For a moment, Utahime thought Gojo would listen to her, however, when she saw his infamous Cheshire grin she knew, he wouldn’t listen to her
“hmm, then you wouldn’t mind if leave it somewhere else?”
“I. . .”
Before she could even protest, Gojo suddenly pulled her shirt just above her chest to reveal her braless chest “Should I leave it on your breast? They’re hidden and only I could see them” he suggested squeezing and pinching her nipples once again enjoying how his wife turned red as she squirmed brushing against his hardening length while mewling his name, her simple action though borderline not so innocent was doing a lot of things in his body, pulling one of his hand away from her breast, he tipped her face slowly to turn to him for a kiss, it was gentle almost chaste like their first kiss when they got married, like the first time Gojo asked if they could make-out but soon their arousal got the best of them and the kiss became passionate and longer, tongue in tongue as they cherish the simple touches their mouth could afford before they broke away both panting, eyes never leaving one another
“Hime” Gojo said almost like a whisper, eyes still focused on her “can I touch you?”
For a moment, Utahime considered his request, both embarrassed and aroused. Should he let him? Technically, he was already touching her so why does he need to ask her?
Should he deny him? But what reason does she have to deny Gojo, they are married, and this was normal between married couples. . . right?
Seconds or even a minute passed before Utahime finally found her voice again, it was trembling, but she was sure of her answer “. . .yes” she started blushing even further as she guided Gojo’s other hand that was on her breast towards the band of her short “yes, you can” she repeated letting him know he can do more than touch her
Gently, Gojo rubbed his fingers over her panty noticing by the second how it was becoming damped as he continues to rub his finger, when he accidentally pressed on her bundle of nerves, he felt Utahime’s whole body shiver, half moaning, half whimpering at him.
“Satoru~” she called him almost pleadingly to continue touching her. Her half-lidded eyes and mouth cutely pouted begging for a kiss made him instantly hard
“Shit!” he cursed biting his lips as he kissed Utahime hard before he so ungently probed her cunt’s lips, groaning as he felt her slick slid down over his fingers covering it before he decidedly inserted two, the action made Utahime flinch from the sudden intrusion, her whimpers of discomfort were muffled by his mouth as they continued to kiss. Once Utahime had gotten used to his fingers, Gojo began moving slowly at her then fast before he added another finger inside her.
“Satoru!” Utahime pulled away from their kiss, surprised at another digit inserted to her bud didn’t ask him to pull out, she soon found herself grinding to his finger for that unknown ecstasy she was feeling and soon with a sob and a moan of his name, Utahime came for the first time, as her body trembled with orgasm, her feet on tiptoes as the pleasure wrack her body from head to toe.
She didn’t know this pleasure, but it was God damn good! If not exhausting. She shivered still overstimulated by her first orgasm.
“Sorry” Gojo mumbled behind her ear, carefully holding her while his fingers were still inside her letting her finish riding her orgasm “I think I overdid it”. Utahime shook her head to him letting him know he didn’t, tipping her head to the side to capture his lips with hers; she pulled his fingers out of her before she turned in his arms looking at him in the eyes.
“Not at all. . . it- it was amazing,” Utahime said, placing her arms around his neck, giving him a peck before she started giggling when she noticed Gojo blushing, it was silly! They’ve just done something intimate, yet Gojo was still blushing from just a kiss from her.
“Really?” He asked unsure for once, his wife nodded eagerly at him before she cupped his face with her small hands to pull him down to her level and whispered with the most seductive voice she didn’t know she had
“If you think I’m lying, should I show it to you in our bedroom, would you like that. . . Honey~?
Satoru swallowed dry and before he knew it, he was following Utahime inside their bedroom like a lost puppy, a blush evident on his face when she pushed him into the bed and climbed on top of him, grinding herself over her hardened length
“Don’t worry Satoru, I’ll take responsibility of you”
He swallowed again, a happy grin slowly making its way on his face when Utahime began undressing him. He rethinks, maybe he needed to cancel the surprise date he planned for them tonight because he was sure in hell, he wouldn’t let Utahime leave their bedroom until tomorrow or even their house until school started again on Monday.
But then, as Utahime skimmed her hands down to his hips and undo his pants, Gojo’s phone rang with continuous message notification-ruining the moment. He was going to pull out the device and turn it off but Utahime was quicker and opened his phone, she gasped when she read what the message was about glaring at her clueless teen husband.
“Gojo Satoru! I thought you behaved well in class?”
“I did” Gojo said pouting at her, “Then why is Yaga sensei messaging you?” she said to him showing the screen to her husband “You haven’t turn over all your homework for this week!”
“Oh. . .” was the only thing Gojo managed to say before he continued, grinning at her as if it could absolve him of her anger “. . . but I didn’t misbehave, why are you angry?”
“Ugh!” she pushed herself away from him leaving him confused while still half-naked and hard on their bed
“Hime what-“
“No, sexy time until you submit all your homework!”
“But-!”
“No buts! Either finish your homework or no Sex” she warned him in her teacher voice crossing her arms over her naked half, squishing her breast together. He was half in mind to just pull her back in bed and pin her down because seeing her like that just made him even harder under his pants- but No! He's not going to do that! He's a good boy, He is Utahime's good husband, he wanted her to be happy and if she's happy he gets happy as well being spoiled by her, wasn't there a saying ' A happy wife A happy life'? Although he isn't happy with her decision at the moment.
Resigning himself, he sighed in defeat and reluctantly walked outside their bedroom to start his homework reluctantly, Utahime following behind, watching him like a hawk in case he tries to slack off after putting on the discarded shirt she took off of him- the consequence of having a teacher for a wife, he thought.
“This is not what I had in mind for our weekend, Honey”
"Start working Satoru or there will be really no sexy time for you"
"Ugh. . . Fine, but after this we'll continue in bed" he said leaving no space for argument in his demands
"If you finish ALL your home work"
"Tsk"
Indeed, they won’t be leaving their room until school starts again on Monday.