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Utahime’s laughter carries throughout the courtyard. It’s louder than she usually lets herself be in public, but she can’t help it as it escapes her. She clamps her mouth close as a light blush rises to her cheeks, embarrassed at herself.
But the sound makes Gojo’s ear perk up as he stops in his tracks right before entering a building.
The image of him zooming towards Utahime rapidly appears before her. And in two blinks he’s next to her, a stupid grin on his lips and an expression that’s slap-able on his face.
“Eh? What are you laughing about, Utahime?”
No welcoming greeting or a small hello before annoying her. She clicks her tongue, not wanting to bother with him so early in the morning.
Utahime had just arrived in Tokyo the very morning, her luggage still standing next to her as she tries to make her way to her designated room. With the Tokyo school being far from central, the taxi drive up to the college takes a while, giving Utahime ample time to check out her apps. It’s been her newest fixation, first not brave enough to even touch that side of the internet, it was Shoko that convinced her. Now a week has passed and she hasn’t been able to stop herself from checking out her prospects every time she finds free time.
“None of your business.” She tucks her phone away at a rapid speed, trying her best to push past him. But he blocks her sidesteps and all her attempts to avoid his attention.
“Tell me~” he says in a singsong voice, which only further annoys Utahime.
“Leave me alone, Gojo.” She manages to make it past him, the wheels of her luggage rolling loudly against the floor as she zooms quickly into the dormitory side of the building.
Gojo scratches his head as he’s left confused and curious. Instantly making his way to Utahime’s closest friend and spiller of all secrets.
“What’s up with Utahime? Why is she so happy?”
Gojo presses four fingers on the vending machines, not knowing which drink will fall out of the machine. A heavy bang as the canned drink drops to the bottom, it’s a hot coffee. He regrets his choices.
“She’s on one of those dating apps I think. Made her an account last week.” It comes so nonchalantly from Shoko’s lips. She’s not even looking at Gojo when he asks, instead she’s scrolling through her phone while reaching over for Gojo’s can of black coffee and popping it open.
It takes Gojo aback. He never thought Utahime would be the type. Always pegged her for the type to want to meet people in real life instead of in a digital space. It’s hard dating as a sorcerer, having limited options in the circle and having to hide a whole side of one’s self to non-sorcerers. Not exactly the most practical setup for someone trying to get into the dating scene. Gojo squints in suspicion.
“What?” He manages to say.
“Yeah she seems pretty popular.” It’s Shoko’s third coffee of the day and it’s only lunchtime. Not that she’d ever reject free coffee. “I took some picture for her, guys love that cute innocent look she has.”
“No they don’t.”
“Oh, yes they do.” She snickers to herself, eyes still glued to her own phone.
“Show me show me show me.” Gojo grabs the phone from her hands, causing her to stumble out of her chair as she tries to take it back from him.
Gojo holds it above his head and dangles it to taunt her. But being around Gojo long enough, she makes no attempts to try and get it. Instead she just makes a face and groans in displeasure, continuing with drinking her coffee as she waits for him to give in.
“Stop Gojo, she doesn’t want you to see.”
“What? Why? I thought we’re friends.”
“Either way, you should respect her privacy, you always annoy her too much.” The coffee is hot but not hot enough to burn Shoko’s mouth. She tries to take it in sips, but soon realises that it’s almost finished.
“But she’s so fun to annoy.” He pouts, giving the phone back to Shoko as she mouths a thank you.
“Just leave her alone for this one.” She chugs the last of the coffee, proceeding to toss it into the rubbish bin from afar, then sharing a high five with Gojo when it perfectly makes it in.
Its 3pm when Gojo takes his students out to the field for some training. But with him constantly staring at his phone, the students start to get curious at the confused look he’s been wearing.
As the three peer over his shoulder to see what Gojo’s been frantically tapping at his phone at, they notice him opening an infamous dating app. Though none of them are that shocked at the revelation, Gojo is the first to speak up, asking if any of them know how to use the app.
“That’s a weird question.” Megumi tries to say without trying to offend his teacher too much. They sit down next to him to see what kind of stupid antics he’s gotten himself into now.
“That’s disgusting sensei.” Nobara scowls, giving him a dirty look as she gulps down her water.
It’s Yuuji that tries to keep things positive. He laughs past the initial awkwardness, trying to appease his teacher and not ruin the mood. Running his hand through his hair, he finally puts on a smile and tries to talk about it.
“I don’t think we’re even old enough for that.” Yuuji leans over and taps on Gojo’s phone, “Yeah see sensei, you have to be 18.”
But slowly Yuuji takes over, taking the phone into his hands and tapping at the screen with the other two classmates hanging off his shoulder, curious at the task at hand. They quickly figure it out, making an account for their teacher. They insert the normal information, name, age, location. Pick a random photo that looks good enough from his photo album and save it all.
“Ta-da! You have a profile!” Yuuji shows the screen to Gojo, “You just need to fill in some more information now.”
“Are you trying to get a girlfriend?” Nobara’s tone always an accusation.
They all watch as Gojo takes back his phone and starts to tamper with it. Looking a little too serious as he tries to figure out how the damn app works. Megumi has to butt in and explain how swiping the picture one way means you’re interested and swiping it the other means you’re not.
“Something like that.” He says nonchalantly, coupled with a thumbs up and a grin. To which Nobara gives yet another disgusted look and decides running around the track a couple more times might be better than having to listen to her teacher for any longer.
It takes him a day but he finally finds her account. After swiping left on every single account he sees until his thumb started to cramp up, he finally lands on his Kyoto counterpart.
Her profile opens to a candid picture of her. Probably one Shoko looks, and yet she looks both elegant and approachable enough against a cherry blossom background. Along with it, a picture of her at karaoke, one of her in her Miko outfit.
But the last one makes Gojo’s jaw hit the floor.
It’s nothing crazy. No lingerie or skimpy deep cut shirts, just Utahime in a sweater 2 sizes too big for her. She cradles a cup of tea with just her fingers poking out at the sleeves. The sweater ends at the top of her thighs, as she sits by her window, sun glaring down on her like she’s an angel that’s been sent by heaven itself. What takes Gojo by surprise is her lack of anything else. No trousers or indoor shorts. No sweatpants or leggings. Just small, white ankle socks to warm her feet.
With the angle in which the photo is taken brings focus on her smooth thighs, making Gojo’s mouth dry as he continues to stare at it for a little too long.
Gojo gulps, and praises Shoko in his head for taking such good pictures of Utahime. He only hopes that sweater doesn’t belong to someone else.
He takes multiple screenshots of her profile before swiping right.
It’s rare for Utahime to be looking for Gojo.
Usually it’s the other way around with Utahime running the other way the moment she spots the lanky man. But it’s Utahime that’s trying to track him down, stomping her feet loudly when her heels hit the floor as she wears an exasperated look on her face.
“Gojo!” It’s more than annoyed this time, it’s just plain anger.
In the middle of the hallway Gojo stops in his tracks and turns his head to face whoever is calling for him. When it’s Utahime’s face that he sees, he grins and waves his hand excitedly.
“Utahime, my-“
“Shut up and leave me alone for once in your goddamn life, you absolute moron!” He puts down his infinity to let her jab him in the chest with every word that escapes her.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Gojo raises his hands in his defence, “what’s with the language? This is a school you know. Be careful a student might hear you and-“
“Gojo I just want some peace in my life, couldn’t you just ignore my online presence?” Her face is so red that Gojo can almost feel the heat coming off of her. “Just pretend you didn’t see it.”
“No.” He says matter of factly, like she’s the one that’s lost it.
“Gojo!”
“Are you embarrassed?”
Not that she’d confess it but there’s just something about Gojo finding her online dating profile that makes her want the ground to swallow her whole. They’re both adults, both allowed to do whatever they want on the internet, and yet she thought Gojo was technologically inept enough to not touch the online side of dating.
When she doesn’t answer, Gojo moves closer to her, almost closing the gap between them. He looks down from his height, hovering over her and making her breath stop for a second.
Utahime thinks that maybe this is how enemies feel when they face him. Unable to breath, unable to think.
He brings a finger to her chin and pushes it up to make her look him in the eyes. The feeling of jealousy washes over him again with her like this. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone else being this close to her. Touching her this way, feeling the smoothness of her skin against their own. He can’t let that happen. He has to get ahead of the game.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice comes out as merely a whisper.
“W-what’s wrong with wanting to meet someone Gojo.” She’s oddly honest as their eye contact doesn’t break, “I’m an adult and I’m just hoping to meet someone while I’m here in Tokyo for the month.”
“You don’t need to meet new people, you have me.”
“And what does that mean?” she slaps his hand away once she realises just how long they’ve been in that position for.
“Can’t you just meet me instead of someone else?” It’s not often that Gojo can feel awkward, but he rubs the back of his neck and avoids eye contact. He wants to reach out to her and lean on her shoulder while he confesses a soliloquy of his adoration and affection that he’s been harbouring for her.
“Meet-? Gojo, I just want to find someone cute and spend some time with them.” Her cheeks now red from blushing, “… as an adult.”
She hopes he doesn’t make her spell it out for him. Utahime can almost feel it coming, the way he’ll probably tease her and make fun of her. Feign embarrassment and tell her what a naughty teacher she’s being. She tries to brace for the impact but instead when she looks at him, his expression is somber.
“You want cute? I’m cute.”
“What?”
“An adult? I’m an adult.”
“Gojo?”
“You want someone to buy you food? I’ll cook you dinner tonight.”
“Gojo-“
“You want a place to stay overnight? Get your bags from the dorm, stay at my place tonight.”
“I don’t-“
“You want someone to fuck? Fuck me!”
“Gojo!” Utahime’s eyes bulge out of her face. The words coming from Gojo make no sense and she doesn’t know what to make of any of it. “What the heck are you saying?”
“I’m saying fuck me.” He points to himself, “Don’t fuck someone else.”
Before Utahime can even attempt to gather her thoughts and come up with a retort, Gojo pulls her closer. Pressing a hand onto the small of her back, to push her chest into him. He takes his other hand and places on her cheek, cupping her face as he pulls it closer to his.
“Can I kiss you please?”
“I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“I want to date you, Utahime. Please don’t date anyone else.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
“No you don’t.” He doesn’t try to fight her on it. Not when he’s already this close to her.
“Can I kiss you please?”
She doesn’t know why she does it, but Utahime leans in and brushes her lips against his. Maybe her mind has wondered about Gojo as more than a coworker before. When their serious conversations turn into good ones, or whenever she’s allowed to be completely herself around him no matter how ridiculous she must seem. He lets her put down her walls around him, and maybe that meant something more to him than she ever thought. And maybe those moments she’s thought about it, even it was only for mere seconds, the thought of Gojo being more than a friend.
Gojo can’t hold himself back. Kissing her roughly like he’s been desperate to do for years. He drags his tongue across her lips, asking her for permission to enter. When she complies he wishes he can swallow all of her. Every single part of her. As he captures her tongue and continues to shower her with sloppy kisses.
When they pull apart all that can be heard is their heavy breaths against each other as they echo within the hallway.
“Tonight, we’ll go to my place after school.” He nips at her ear knowing she can feel just how hard he has become against her body, “We’ll do anything you want.”
Utahime opens her eyes, like she’s been awakened from some sort of hypnosis. She only nods and walks away as she tries to get her brain back together.
They stumble into Gojo’s apartment. So desperate that they almost fall over the genkan as Gojo wraps his arms around Utahime and pulls her in for a deep kiss. In the process, they both try their best to take off their shoes while keeping their lips on each other.
The pair try their best to make it to Gojo’s room, they both take turns striping pieces of clothing off of each other. First goes Gojo’s shirt, then Utahime’s skirt. Her top is next as he grabs hold of her breasts and fondles them in the palm of his hand.
She breathes his name as she unzips his trousers, pulling them down and letting him step out of them. He’s so tall that she feels the need to climb him just to reach his face. But he’s bending over just to keep her lips on his.
“This way.” He whispers as he finally guides her to his room. He grabs her body and flings her onto the bed, causing her to yelp slightly in shock.
Then they stand there for a moment, both trying to catch their breaths. Watching each other in the dark, only the moonlight peaking through the curtains giving them any source of light. But even in the shadows, Utahime takes his breath away.
Her cute lacy lingerie against her supple skin, a soft pink colour that compliments her well. The way she’s laid out on his bed, cheeks red and breath unstable, he wants to take a picture. Frame it and hang it on his wall.
Gojo on the other hand looks more majestic than Utahime has ever seen him. She might even call him beautiful, just not to his face. His white hair glowing in the darkness, and his blue eye piercing through her skin. With his obvious hard on straining against his boxers, Utahime only wishes to take the last piece of clothing off him to release him from what must be discomfort.
He climbs onto the bed, eyeing her down, making sure she’s doing alright. He peppers kisses onto her, starting from her ankles, slowly making his way up her body. She tastes sweet and salty from her sweat. Her rapid heartbeat reverberating throughout her body. When he reaches her pink underwear, he kisses the outline of it. By her inner thigh, her pubic bone, then meeting her right where she’s already soaked.
“Fucking hell, Utahime.” He presses his lips into her underwear. “This is coming off now.”
He frantically yanks them off her, exposing her to the air as she tries to close her legs back up. But he stops her just in time, holding them down to keep her spread wide open for him.
“How are you so wet already?”
But before he can return his head between her legs, Gojo is pinned down to the bed as Utahime flips them over.
“Unfair.” She says as she removes her bra, flinging it to the darkness of the room. “You have to take yours off too.”
Her fingers are already on the elastic of his boxers, slowly pulling it down for him so they can be equals. He springs out of the fabric, hard and long, straining at the feeling of Utahime’s folds so close to his bare skin.
They continue to kiss, becoming rougher and rougher as the night carries on. Their tongues battle for dominance as they both are desperate to take in as much of the other as they can.
“Where are the condoms?” She asks with her breath still against his lips as their pants exhale in tandem. He doesn’t want to let her go, even to grab exactly what they need to continue in this situation, as his grip around her waist tightens. He digs his head into her neck, sucking lightly at her skin as he runs his fingers up and down her spine.
But he can feel her pushing on him a little, asking him to let her get the condoms and actually start what she wants to do. He loosens his grip on her and lets her move.
“Drawer.” Gojo points with his head, unable to think about what is about to happen. It’s too much information in too little time. He wants to consume her and swallow her whole. Keep her tied to his bed and fuck her endlessly. Treat her like a princess and do whatever she asks of him. He wants it all. And now she’s right here, exactly where he’s wanted her for the past decade.
Utahime leans over to open the drawer from the bedside table. Still straddling the man, she reaches out and pulls out the shiny wrapper.
She puts the foil between her teeth and rips it open with no hesitation. Gojo is left stunned at the action, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. Absolutely enamoured by the creature that sits before him. He can tell she’s done this before, there’s a certain desperation that can only exude that measure of confidence if one knows what they’re doing.
But Utahime doesn’t make eye contact yet, too focused on the task at hand. She shimmies off his legs to get a good view of him. He whines when her warmth is no longer on his skin but lets her position herself the way she wants to. Without a second thought she pushes the condom out of the open packet and places it between her lips, creating an ‘O’ shape it which the item sits perfectly in.
Before Gojo can even register what was about to happen, Utahime aligns her mouth to his erection, already standing tall and furiously red. A hand in the curve of his pelvis to balance herself, taunting Gojo with the feeling of being so close and yet no where near where he wants her hands to be.
As she lower the condom onto him with her lips, she lifts both hands, holding back her hair and tucking the strands behind her ears.
It’s the little things like this that almost sets him off. An innocent gesture that means nothing and yet pulls Gojo right back into reality, that this truly is Utahime that he has in his room, in a position he could only ever dream of.
She slowly takes him in as she unfurls the rubber across his length. Longer than she expects it to be, she pauses to take a breath before continuing.
Gojo is a good boy. Or at least, he’s trying his hardest to be. As he’s the one that wants Utahime to stay with him, be with him. It’s his job to convince her that he really want her to stay more than a night. And yet his fist are turning red as he clenches them down hard, trying his best to not grab onto her head and force his dick down her throat. Gojo eyes shut tight, his face contorting as he pushes down the temptation to let go and finish right here.
Carefully she starts to lift herself off him, but not before stopping the furthest she can go and looking up at him. When she moves her hand back to touch him, Gojo slowly peels his eyes open, before their eyes lock and his breath gets even heavier. Her hand replaces her lips and pulls the condom to the base.
“I’m gonna come fast.” He confesses, not wanting to disappoint her and yet know that he’s already so close to his limit.
“Then I should’ve stayed on the dating app.”
Before he can whine and interject, Utahime swings her leg across him and hovers just above him. Gojo can only hear his heartbeat ringing in his ears and his breath stopping in its tracks.
She gently takes his hand and pushes his thumb into her mouth as he watches in awe. She licks and sucks on his thumb, coating it with her saliva, making it nice and wet for her. Utahime removes him with a pop, slowly guiding him down towards her. His fingers fan out on her skin as his thumb is pressed against her clit.
“Fuck.”
She lets go of his hand, letting him take the lead. He takes this as his chance. Giving himself some time to calm down a little and not explode the instant she fucks him. He adds a little more pressure, moving his thumb a little faster, causing her to buck and almost fall into him.
“Is that good?” He looks up at her face as her brows furrow and small moans escape her lips. Gojo pulls her in and holds her against his chest as she tucks herself into his neck, her whimpers muffled into his skin.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl.” He whispers into her ear. Gojo moves his hand, his fingers now against her slick as his thumb continues to work on her clit. “you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”
He moves slightly to run his tongue across her nipple. Causing her to jolt and start to whine as she squirms under his touch. At this point he knows that she’s desperate for him to enter her. He continues to flick the tip of his tongue against her nipple, then taking her breast in his mouth before slightly biting at the tip.
“Gojo.” She’s complaining. The way her eyes squeezes tight tells him that she’s getting antsy.
“Let me make you come first.”
And with that he plunges two fingers into her warmth. Instantly curling them forward to hit exactly where she wants it. He takes the opposite breast in his mouth, continuing to stimulate her nipples as his fingers work faster and faster.
Utahime’s eyes bulge open, and she’s grabbing onto his arms like her life depends on it. She says his name is a high pitch, unable to stop herself from singing his praises.
“That’s it Utahime, that’s it. Let it all out.” Gojo watches as her eyes close once again and her tongue licks her lips before biting onto her bottom lip. She’s completely lost control of herself, her body only holding up because Gojo’s arm is still wrapped around her waist, holding her against him.
“Will you come for me?” He’s grinning against her skin, “Come for me please Utahime. I want to see you come so bad. Will you do that for me please?”
As she gets closer and closer to the edge, Gojo can feel her tightening around his fingers. He carefully starts to lower himself, he pumps his fingers in and out of her a little faster, getting to a rate where her moans start to turn into screams. He instantly grazes his tongue against her clit, taking her in and sucking on it to her satisfaction.
“Gojo I’m-!”
She falls onto him. Comfortably sitting on his face as her body continues to twitch with the aftermath. He continues to lap at her clit, his fingers slowly working their way to a calmer pace before he pulls them out and shoves them into his mouth. Her slick spilling all over his lips and chin, but he sucks his fingers dry, getting as much as her as he can.
“We’re doing this again tomorrow morning.” Gojo carefully shifts his position, propping himself back up against the headboard as Utahime tries to catch her breath.
She tries her best to level out her breathing as she attempts to get back to reality. “We’re not even done now.”
She spies at his cock, still red and hard, waiting for her to make her move. Almost laughing at the sight she picks herself up, straddling herself back directly above Gojo.
“Are you ready?” She asks, teasing him as she aligns herself with him. He only laughs in response.
But he chokes on his own laughter as she begins to lower herself onto him. Slowly being engulfed by the warmth and slick. When she bottoms out they both let out a heavy sigh, like they’ve finally made it to the finish line.
“You okay Gojo?” She starts to slowly move back and forth, letting her hips find a comfortable rhythm. She throws her head back, letting her hair trickle down her skin as she leans slightly away from Gojo, letting his cock hit her where she’s most sensitive.
What comes out of him is only a squeak as he tries to find the words to describe how he’s feeling. It never comes to him, but instead he grabs onto her hips, gripping so hard he’s sure they’ll be red marks when he lets go. Pushing her back and forth on him, making the movement more rough and erratic. When Utahime gives a moan of approval, he works faster, pushing himself deeper into her until his skin is covered with her wet.
Gojo can’t help but utter a string of curses as he rolls his eyes back and enjoys the moment. Rocking her back and forth on his dick while she mewls sweet nothings, what now he hopes will be his nightly lullaby from here on out.
When he pulls out she cries a complaint, not wanting him to stop. But he flips her over and pins her down. Holding both her hands above her head, gripping her wrists in his hand while he enters her once more without hesitation.
His other hand snakes back down to her clit, keeping his fingers busy by rubbing the sensitive spot desperately. Wanting her to feel as much pleasure as he is in the moment.
“I’m sorry Utahime, I’m-.” Cursing at himself for not being able to hold on any longer. He buries his head in her neck, sucking on her skin to make sure it’s all purple in the morning. “Are you close?”
But Utahime only nods with her eyes closed, unable to make any sound other than the moans coming from her.
“Good,” his breath so unsteady he barely gets the words out. “Come with me.”
Utahime arches her back as she finds her release. Her body’s reaction causing her to clamp down around Gojo, their skin never been closer than it is in the moment. She muffles her voice by pressing her mouth onto his shoulder, the vibrations of her sound echoing in Gojo’s skin.
Gojo is loud. Louder than Utahime expects. He groans as he pumps into her a few more times, riding the high to get every last bit of come out of himself. He notes that next time he’ll paint her with it. Want to see him all over her skin and maybe on her face if she’ll let him.
They stay there for a while, trying to catch their breaths as they come down from their high. Their chests rising up and down against each other, skin covered in sweat and the room filled with the smell of them both. He pulls out of her with a pop, as he collects the condom and ties it up.
Gojo snuggles into her, his head against her bare chest as he begins to close his eyes and fall asleep. Utahime wraps her legs around him, the remnants of her slick now against his torso. She leans her head on top of his as he listens to her heart calm down.
“Let’s do that again.” He whispers in a slurry.
When he expects her to deny him, he can feel her nod against him.
“Okay.”
Gojo wakes an hour after falling asleep. Utahime now strewn across his bed, arms taking up more space than it should and drool collecting on his pillow. A sight he’s always wanted to see.
He reaches over to her phone, the bright light causing him to squint. He swipes through the phone, looking for the one app that’s the cause of all this.
The dating app shines bright red, almost as if it’s taunting him. But he’s gotten the upper hand and proceeds to delete it. With a pop up message asking if he’s sure to delete it, he presses it with no hesitation.
As he tucks it away, Gojo gets back into a comfortable position. Throwing Utahime’s arms around him so he can cuddle her as close as possible. Leaving a few kisses on her forehead before he closes his eyes to go to sleep.
But his eyes spring back open as he curses at himself, forgetting about the dinner he promised her. He takes out his phone to set a reminder:
“Morning: Eat her out, then make her breakfast.”