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She'd made a mistake.
Possibly.
Probably.
It was probable.
Because Gojo liked a challenge. And he most certainly didn't like losing. It didn't matter that neither one of them were winning—the game had just started. But Utahime knew that Gojo didn't like being tagged.
That was losing in his stupidly blue eyes.
Especially when she'd purposefully distracted him with that foolish move. It was a tactic. One that had proved successful when he had stilled for a split second. He hadn't expected her to kiss him.
And now she was running for her life with Todo on her heels. She ran for her fucking life.
All over a stupid game of TAG.
For God's sake, they were adults. Even their students were too old for this childishness—
Gojo appeared in front of her, grinning for all he was worth. He lifted a hand, palm out—she was going to run right into the palm of his hand. How literal.
Her breath lodged in her throat—DAMMIT.
TAG—
CLAP.
Gojo was behind her and Todo was in front of her.
Utahime didn't stop. She kept running; but she did glance over her shoulder.
Gojo stood there stunned for a split second, unsure how he had gotten behind her. Utahime looked over her shoulder, first at Gojo and then at Todo. And then at Gojo again. She smiled. She couldn't help herself. Tokyo was still in tag.
Gojo disappeared again.
"Do I even want to know what that was?" Todo called from behind her.
He wasn't talking about the sudden clap of his own hands that had saved her place in the game. He was talking about the kiss.
"No." She wasn't going to explain, either. Satoru Gojo of all people? She'd rather not explain why she had kissed him.
Mai dropped from the sky in front of them, landing heavily on her backside. And then Nitta. Miwa followed. Muta. Kamo and Momo. What?
Utahime skidded a halt.
She looked down at her students. They were all sprawled out in various display, groaning from the sudden drop.
"You don't play fair." Gojo said from the tree tops.
Utahime's head jerked up. And there he was, kneeling on another branch—watching like he had before. Grinning like the fool he was. She was vaguely aware of Todo walking up behind her. Gojo thought he was smart, didn't he?
But he'd placed all of her students in one place. And how many was that against one? Even someone like The Chosen One?
Oh, she'd show him how to play fair, alright—
"Don't move."
Every muscle in her body locked at the weighted command and Utahime stared as Inumaki slowly walked out of the foliage.
She couldn't move.
Not even her fingers. Her eyes jumped to Gojo accusingly.
He jumped down from the tree line.
Yuji followed.
Nobara.
Megumi.
Yuji nudged two people while Nobara and Yuji and Megumi tagged the others. It was as simple as that—and it was wholly fair. It didn't matter that they couldn't move.
Utahime just stood there as Gojo flicked his fingers against Todo's bare shoulder like a speck of dust that he was disgusted with. And then he looked at her.
She glared.
"Ah, come on now—don't look at me like that, Utahime. All's fair in love and war." He leaned close so that his cheek brushed hers. "I'll let you ride my face again if you win." He whispered against her ear.
Her cheeks heated as he cupped the side of her neck, his palm soft, his fingers gentle as they shifted through her hair. "TAG." He whispered with a sense of finality. "You're it."
She nearly fell with the force that Inumaki released them with, movement coming back all at once. She lunged at him because honestly, it was the first thing that she thought to do. The nerve. The bastard—
Her fingers fell through the air just shy of touching him. She could feel the heat from his body as he lifted his hands in a mocking show of surrender. "See, no Infinity."
And then he was gone.
Disappearing.
Nothing but a laugh before he was gone.
He was going to have to stop doing that, too.
She turned and looked at Todo. She'd be damned if she lost now. And it had nothing to do with what he'd offered her. As if she would—
A second time.
It was pride.
He was playing with her.
Teasing her.
Frustrating her.
Ok then. She would play his game. She would play hard and she would win. She was sick of Satoru Gojo.
She pulled out her phone, her fingers typing out a quick message before hitting send.
To Idiot: Winner fucks the loser.
"Deal." Gojo said from behind her and she spun around.
"That was fast." Utahime said.
"I win even if I lose." Gojo said, advancing on her.
"Is that so?" Utahime took a step back. "Todo, go deal with Yuji. I'll deal with our dear Sensai."
Gojo grinned.
"How do you win if you're the one getting fucked? That doesn't sound too promising for you." Utahime started with a tilt of her head once they were alone, carefully gauging her backward steps.
Gojo whistled, cutting her off. "That's bold of you, Utahime." He said. "Why don't you just ask what I like?"
Utahime arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything. A step backward while he took a step forward. She wasn't going to ask. He and Geto had been close—
The world tilted and spun, and she braced her hands against a tree to steady the sudden spinning of the world. Where the fuck had Gojo teleported her to?
He was suddenly behind her, but he wasn't touching her. He was close enough so that she could feel the heat of his body behind her. His hands were braced on the tree in front of her, his arms caging her in. His lips paused an inch from her ear. "You're not wrong." He said, as if knowing exactly where her thoughts had wandered to.
Utahime snorted and then turned slowly.
He caught her right hand before she could touch him, his fingers circling her wrist.
He expected her other hand to move upward like she had prior. He was ready for that.
He wasn't ready for that free hand to go South.
Because that's exactly what Utahime did. She lowered her hand swiftly, her fingers curling around the soft length between his thighs. She squeezed. "TAG." She said, her voice low.
Gojo's pupils dilated, the gray in the middle expanding outward.
And Utahime felt that softness between his legs slowly start to grow hard beneath her fingers.
He inhaled—his nostrils flared. He took a single small step forward, placing a leg between hers, his foot squarely between hers. His fingers curled against the rough bark.
She didn't let go.
She squeezed.
"You win." Gojo said.
She snorted—something she did a lot when she was mocking him. "Then that means I get to ride your face again, right?"
He smiled then. "You sure do."
"Gojo—"
He lowered a hand to the small of her back and tugged her flush up against him so that the hand that held his cock was trapped between them. Her breath rushed out. "Gojo—"
"You said it." Gojo reminded her as he turned them.
"You said it first." Utahime reminded him, her voice suddenly nervous. Breathless.
"I did." Gojo agreed.
Gojo jerked her against him and the world shifted and spun again, time and space warping around them. Fucking teleporting—
Deeper forests opened and then closed around them. Quieter. Denser. Thicker. Alone. She wasn't used to the speed that he used to move through time and space. The moment they reappeared they were already on the ground, and she was slouched over his chest, her knees cushioned on the ground on either side of his hips.
His hands fisted in her hair and tilted her face down to him.
He kissed her.
Smug bastard.
She should stop him. Slap him. But Utahime found herself leaning over him as Gojo's hands tangled in her hair. She was kissing him back, her mouth opening against the pressure of his tongue. It was soft. It wasn't sweet. He kissed her like someone who was starving and God, Utahime followed it. She didn't bother to hide it.
There was something seriously wrong with them. Because they didn't do things like this. This was Utahime and Gojo. The ban of her life. But there was something…something…and she just couldn't seem to close the door to it now.
Gojo's hands lowered, tugging at the red tie of her more traditional clothing. Jerking. Unbuttoning. His hands shoved the pants down her legs until they caught on her thighs. She broke the kiss long enough to straighten her legs and kick the offending material away.
Her hands fell to his belt buckle, jerking at the piece of metal and leather until she pulled one side free, until the belt hung open on either side of his hips; lips still locked. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down and then dove her hand inside—
Gojo jerked her hand out of his pants even as he tugged her hips upward. "So impatient." He murmured. "Get up here." He whispered against her lips.
Utahime nearly fell forward, losing her grip on his belt. His hands were tugging, pulling her upward until her knees met his chest and then slid on either side of his shoulders, digging into the green grass. She fell forward, her stomach brushing his forehead. Gojo tugged her higher, his hands cupping her ass—
His mouth touched her.
An open-mouthed hot kiss right between her thighs.
His tongue swept through the slick heat there.
Utahime's head fell back.
OH.
Fuck.
It was just like before. He didn't hesitate once he got his mouth on her. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as his tongue thrust. Right there on the forest ground. The open. Surrounded by trees and a blue sky. Still clothed from the waist-up Utahime couldn't stop the way her hips moved. He knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue slid and then thrust. Found a wet rhythm.
A woman sitting on my face.
And God help her, he hadn't been wrong then and he hadn't been wrong now.
His hands held her flush against his face as he buried his lips and tongue between her thighs. Utahime didn't have it in her to be embarrassed. Not in that moment. All she could do was grind her hips back and force, let his tongue fill her—suck at her. She fell forward until her fingers were fisting in the grass above his head.
His mouth was doing wicked things to her. His tongue was doing terrible sinful motions. One hand was gripping her ass while the other—
His lips closed around her clit and sucked hard at the same time as he thrust two fingers inside.
"Gojo—" Utahime gasped.
He pulled away and his hand withdrew until his fingers were sliding through the dampness dripping between her thighs. He inhaled roughly. "Say my name."
She missed the thrust of his fingers and the tight friction of his lips sucking and licking. The absence was instant.
"Say my name." Gojo whispered again.
"Satoru." She whispered—begged with the single word. His name. Why he wanted her to say his name she honestly didn't know. She didn't care.
Her eyes slid closed and clumps of grass tore free in her hands when his head was between her thighs again. He didn't stop, he didn't tease, his tongue and fingers continued right where they had left off. Driving her crazy and pushing her towards a climax that she knew was coming—
And it did.
It came with her straddling his face, her cries filling the empty forest around them. She rode his face through out the explosive orgasm, her thighs visibly trembling on either side of his face. Utahime hung there in bliss, suspended in a mind-numbing euphoria as his lips slowed against her.
His tongue gave a long, slow lick before he turned his head and kissed the inside of her right thigh.
She shivered.
She moved slowly because her thighs were shaking. Gojo helped her, his hands guiding her into a more comfortable position in his lap until she was straddling him. She wasn't so sure she could have stood even if she'd wanted. Common sense was coming back with her sudden release. And this was crazy. Crazy. Her and Gojo for God's sake—
She inhaled roughly when Gojo pressed inside.
When had he pulled his dick out of his pants to begin with?
He slid inside her with one smooth upward thrust of his hips, his hand gripping the base of his cock until he was buried balls deep. Her body was slick. Soaked. He slid in easily.
God help her, he stretched her to the point of pain, even with how wet she was. She was beyond full and stretched tightly.
"Satoru." Utahime gasped, her forehead pressing against his neck.
He was inside her. Inside her. And God, it felt good. His hands were gripping her hips and he was lifting her, lifting her until he almost slipped out—
He pushed her back down.
He did it again and her lips opened on another gasp.
Up.
Down.
Up.
He didn't have to guide her. Utahime knew what to do. His hands guided her four times before she was moving on her own, her hips rising and falling, her breath hot against his neck.
She shuddered hotly. "This is crazy." Wrong on so many levels. Her and Gojo. They couldn't stand each other—
Gojo sat up, one arm wrapping around the curve of her ass while the other wrapped around her back. Pulling her flush against his chest. It brought her face far too close to his. "Stop running from me, dammit." Gojo muttered, the hand at her back leaving to curl his fingers into her hair.
He stood abruptly. He stood with ease, as if he wasn't holding her weight in his arms, as if he wasn't buried deep in her body. Gravity was against her because it pushed her harder down against him and Utahime nearly choked at the sensation.
How long had it been since she'd had sex?
Too long.
He wrapped her legs around his waist and then holding onto the back of her thighs, he walked four short steps. And those four short steps were brutal. They lodged him deep inside her, hit a place inside her and Utahime saw stars. She was coming on the first step.
Gojo muttered something beneath his breath when he felt the first little ripple around him. His entire body tensed because FUCK. She was coming. And this time she was coming around him.
This time he could feel it. He wasn't tasting it—he was feeling her body convulse around him.
Another step had her back against a tree.
Gojo pulled back and thrust deep. And then again. And again. He spread his legs for purchase and started thrusting through her orgasm.
It didn't matter that he was still fully clothed. It didn't matter that his pants merely hung open around his hips, his belt buckle clicking loudly with each thrust of his hips. It didn't matter that she was naked from the waist down. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of his body slamming into hers. The only thing that mattered was the impossible man thrusting between her thighs.
Satoru Gojo.
Utahime moaned roughly, caught in-between the tree and the rough thrust nearly driving her up it. "Protection." She gasped.
Gojo buried his face in her neck, his spine tingling as his hips worked. She gripped him tightly. Wet. Hot. Sucking him in without even trying. He shuddered. "I'll pull out." He muttered.
Could he really, though? Because she was so damned tight and hot and wet and every fucking thing that was driving him crazy. Could he really? Could he really pull out of the tight body that was sucking him right back in with every thrust—
He yanked his hips back, nearly choking when he felt her body convulse around him again. She was coming again. He yanked his hips back, his cock jumping and throbbing as he released against her stomach, his seed leaving hot trails that dripped down her thighs.
Gojo panted as he held her, grateful for the tree against her back because he was leaning against her. The tree held them.
The seconds ticked by, the silence only beat by the sounds of their panting breaths and the occasional chirping of birds. Utahime slowly slid down his body when he released her thighs. Her thighs were still shaking.
She didn't ask how he suddenly had her pants in his hand before he handed them to her. Her hand shook as she took them and silently dressed. She could feel him against her stomach, hot and messy. She swallowed nervously. They'd just had sex. Without protection. Even though he'd pulled out. They'd just had sex. Against a tree. After he'd teleported them to only God knew where.
What were their students thinking of their sudden absence?
Utahime ran a shaking hand through her hair. "This is…stupid." She said, somehow managing to keep her voice even. "We don't even like each other—"
Gojo grabbed her wrist and spun her around, tugging her body back against his. Utahime stared up at his blue eyes. God, he looked perfect. The blindfold still hung around his neck, but everything else about him was back in order. Buttoned. Buckled. Tucked. His hair was a little mused but even that look worked for him.
"I like you." Gojo said.
Utahime opened her lips to respond, but he stopped her.
"I like you." He said again, still holding onto her wrist. He placed emphasis on the second word.
Her stomach jumped.
"So stop running from me." His other arm slid around her waist.
And if that didn't make her weak in the knees. Would he catch her if she fell? "I'm not running."
"You're the only person who does run from me." Gojo murmured as he dipped his head. He kissed her softly. He wasn't talking physically. Everyone else saw him as a weapon. Or they were afraid of him. But Utahime… she wasn't scared of him. She was… Utahime. She was herself. She argued with him. She taunted him probably just as much as he taunted her. She was—
"The 'only' person?" Utahime echoed as she pulled out of the loose ring of his arms. "Who all runs from you, Gojo?"
Gojo scrubbed his hand down on his face. "That's not what I meant." As if he went around fucking random people in forests.
They were not about to argue. Especially not after the mind blowing sex they just had—
"Uh huh." Utahime said as she turned and started walking away, clearly annoyed. She stopped, realizing she didn't know where she was. She turned around. "Take me back to my students."
"That's not what I meant, Utahime." Gojo said again, reaching for her. She stopped him with a finger pointed upward at him.
"We're not going to talk about what you meant. Take me back."
Gojo reached for her again, but she swatted his hand. He sighed. "I have to touch you to teleport you."
Utahime looked at him and then at his hand. It was obvious she didn't trust him. She was annoyed. That was a permanent state between them, it seemed. Gojo beckoned with his fingers.
She hesitantly put her hand in his.
Gojo closed his fingers around hers and then yanked her into his body. "I said I LIKE you." He bent his knees so that their faces were level, their noses nearly touching. "You're infuriating. But I love that little attitude of yours."
"I don't have an attitude." Utahime said, her eyes narrowing.
Gojo groaned and looked up at the sky. "Why do you have to fight me on everything? Just admit it."
"Admit what?"
"That you like me, too."
"I'll think about it. Now take me back."
Gojo tilted his head and looked down at her. She would think about it? She would think about it? "You'll think about it?" Gojo echoed.
"If you take me back."
Gojo looked skyward again and shook his head. She was crazy, too. But maybe, so was he. "She'll think about it." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear as time and space stretched thin around them and then they disappeared.
They reappeared in a familiar circle of forest and Utahime yanked her hand from his and stalked off.
Gojo smiled. Some things never changed. But sometimes, they did.
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