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Ugh I’m such a sucker for these two. Pls enjoy some Gojo POV in-universe Gojo/Hime smut. Takes place right after the exchange event where Yuta destroys everyone lmao.
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There were benefits to inter-school exchange events. Camaraderie, growth, showing off cursed techniques, figuring out who the fuck he could actually trust with the lives of his students…
And Utahime. Getting to be around her was a benefit too.
God, he loved messing with her. She got so flustered every single time. Like today, when she’d stuttered over the microphone after he’d asked her to present something simple, something straightforward—it was worth her anger every single time. So tightly laced, Utahime was. So proper.
And so relentlessly the opposite when he fucked her.
It drove him wild to see her so undone. Her honey colored eyes rolled back in her head, her tits supple in his hands, her legs wrapped so tightly around him. It was a shame, really, that nobody else got to witness her like that. That nobody else got to hear the sounds she made when she came, raw and uninhibited.
They usually stayed at hotels a few nights a month, places where nobody knew them and where they could be anyone they wanted. Where he could lower his Infinity to hold her hand, or where she could let go a little and laugh. It was a big thing for Utahime, to laugh. To let herself be perceived as anything but authoritative and put together. Gojo would never tell her how much it meant to him that she let him see it: that soft, sweet side of her.
He’d pissed her off well and truly today; he already knew it. That trick with the microphone, making her speak in front of everyone when she wasn’t expecting it—he’d be in for an earful, surely. And he’d love every fucking second of it. He was already waiting for her in her room, stretched out onto her bed, entirely naked. Another rule he was breaking—they’d never slept together on school property before. Too many wandering eyes, listening ears. He could warp them somewhere, if she really wanted.
But that selfish, stubborn part of him wanted to fuck her here, where anyone could hear. Utahime would probably try to smack him if he told her, and he’d lower his Infinity to feel it because he liked it when she did that, when she got angry enough to lose her composure.
She was just outside the residential building. He could see her through the wooden walls with his Six Eyes, wandering around outside with Shoko. She’d get even more angry at him if he warped to them, grabbed her, and then zipped them both away. Gojo was tempted to do it, truly he was, but…Utahime didn’t get to see Shoko often, and she was always so happy on those rare occasions when they got to spend time together. She’d smile after, and tell him all about everything they’d done, and he’d listen to her, pretending to be bored by it all.
He thought he might love her.
He fell asleep while he was waiting for her, lulled into relaxation by the softness of her bed, by the open feel of her room, larger than his own. He’d have to complain to the higher-ups about that, if he remembered.
He woke when she curled into bed beside him, resting her cold feet against the Infinity surrounding his thighs, sighing in contentment.
“How are you always so warm?” she said, ignoring his grumbling at being woken up so abruptly. “I’m pissed at you, by the way.”
“You sounded ridiculous,” Gojo said, laughing. He pulled her close to him beneath the blankets, grinning when he felt that she was already naked, already bare for him. He cupped a hand around her breast, stroking his thumb across her nipple. “Babbling on about doing your best, and everyone has skills, even if Rika will probably demolish you .” He imitated her voice, making it extra squeaky just to see that little crease she got in her forehead when she was worked into a temper.
“I sounded like an idiot ,” she seethed, and she did smack him, gasping when Gojo let her hand slip through his Infinity.
He hissed when her hand made contact, the sting sharp and pleasant, the sound of the slap ringing throughout her room.
“Shit, sorry, why did you let me—“ Utahime cut herself off when Gojo pulled her body flush with his, when he let her feel how hard he was, how much she’d affected him.
“Don’t apologize, Hime,” he murmured, trailing a hand down her back, curving it around her ass, kneading into the soft flesh there. “Never to me.”
He felt like his blood was on fire. She’d actually done it. It was alarming how much he’d enjoyed it, how badly he wished she’d do it again.
“You want me to…can I do it again?” she whispered, her voice heady, a slow heat rising in her cheeks. Gojo groaned softly, dipping his hands lower to spread her legs, tracing a knuckle across the wetness he found waiting for him. Utahime sucked in a breath, opening her legs wider for him.
“Yes,” Gojo said raggedly, brushing the pads of his fingers across her clit, smiling when Utahime arched against him. “Hard. You won’t hurt me.”
Utahime exhaled in a rush, her breath tickling his face before her hand made contact again, harder than before.
“Fuck,” Gojo bit out, breathing heavily as he slid a finger deep into her, his face tingling slightly. Utahime clamped her lips tightly together to keep from making a sound, her eyes locking with his. “It feels good, Uta. It feels so good when you do that.”
Her mouth dropped open as he made a beckoning motion inside her, his thumb tracing slow circles around her clit. “Gojo—Gojo, you have to take me somewhere,” she stuttered, and he could feel her start to shake against him, that telltale sign that she was close.
He added another finger, moving in tandem with the first, thrusting steadily into her. “Oh? Why?”
“Gojo,” she pleaded, and he tilted his head down to watch her, that sight he never got tired of, his Utahime about to come. “Someone will hear me.”
“I don’t care,” he said, lowering his face to hers, capturing her lips in a kiss. She opened to him at once, moaning into his mouth, the sound desperate and wanting. “Give it to me, Hime.”
She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder to muffle her cries when she came, trembling against him, clenching tightly around his fingers. Gojo murmured quiet encouragements to her, wanting to prolong it, that moment of release for her.
He really thought he might love her.
He felt her smile against his neck after, the aftershocks of her orgasm still curling through her.
“Do you forgive me yet?” he said, pulling his fingers from her to lick them clean, grunting in approval at the taste of her.
“No,” she said, but her smile remained, her lovely eyes boring into his, bringing every secret to the surface.
“Ah,” Gojo said, rolling flat onto his back. He lifted her over him, resting her on top of his erection. “And what can I do to earn your forgiveness?”
Utahime rolled her hips against his cock, teasing him, grinning at his groan of exasperation, of need. “Satoru Gojo,” she said reaching down to wrap a hand around his cock. “Desperate for me. Who would’ve thought?”
“Hime,” Gojo breathed, thrusting into her hand, his jaw clenched tight.
“What was your plan?” she asked, stroking him faster, harder. “To fuck your way into being forgiven?”
“Yes,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “I need it, Hime.”
“What do you need?” she asked, and he could feel the wetness leaking from her, pooling onto him, every bit as desperate as he was.
Did she love him too? He thought she might, sometimes.
“You,” he grunted, wrapping a hand around her hip, gripping her tightly. “Need to feel you come again.”
“Please,” Utahime said, her facade of control beginning to slip. “Please, Satoru.”
It never failed to amaze him when she called him that, like she really saw him, like she truly knew him. He slid into her, his eyes fluttering shut at the feel of her wet heat enveloping his cock, at the feel of stretching her, filling her. Utahime cried out, softer than usual, still trying to muffle herself, but Gojo didn’t chastise her, too lost in the sensation of it all.
“So good,” he muttered, lifting her off of his cock nearly completely before dragging her back down again, fucking into her hard. Utahime had a fist stuffed into her mouth but sounds were escaping her anyways, soft and lovely. Gojo reached upwards to tear her hand away, pulling it down to rest on his chest.
“Gojo,” she protested, but he could hear it, that little flicker in her voice that meant her resolve was crumbling.
“I don’t care, Hime,” he said, leaning upwards to kiss her roughly before pulling out of her, smiling at the frown that crossed her face. He nudged her, rolling her over, his grin widening when she raised her hips for him, her cunt glistening.
“Scream as loud as you want,” he said, sheathing himself in one stroke, a groan rippling from him, drowned out by the cry that echoed out of Utahime. “Fuck, yes, that’s it.”
Utahime reached backwards, resting both of her wrists on the small of her back so that he could hold them there, her last semblance of control given over. Gojo took it gladly, wrapping his fingers around her wrists, fucking into her hard, the angle so much deeper now.
“Love it like this,” she muttered, her words broken as he thrust into her.
Gojo felt heat rush through him at her admission. “Do you? Did you think about it today, Hime? About how I’d fuck you tonight?”
“Yes,” she said, a murmured confession, her hands straining against the hold he he had on them. Gojo gripped her tighter, holding her firmly against him.
“What did you think about?” he asked, feeling his pleasure mounting, that familiar tension beginning to coil within him.
“I thought…” she trailed off, gasping out his name as he dropped his other hand between her legs to circle her clit.
“What did you think about, Hime? I wanted to pull you into a corner to bend you over like I have now, I couldn’t fucking concentrate on anything else.”
She was shaking again, her moans growing louder, more ragged, her mouth hanging open.
“That,” she gasped, “I thought about that.”
“Fuck, Hime. And what would you do if someone saw us? You know someone can probably hear us now, hear how hard I’m fucking you.”
“I’d like it,” she said, flushing red. “I’d want them to see.”
Gojo leaned forward, releasing her hands at last. He sucked at the sensitive spots along her neck, not stopping his rhythm, fighting the pleasure that was threatening to overpower him.
“That’s right, you would,” he whispered in her ear. “Hime, will you let me see you come again?”
Utahime breathed out her agreement, her voice hoarse.
“Go on,” Gojo urged, wanting to see it, needing to feel it before he succumbed to his own orgasm. “Please.”
She came, loudly as she always did, the sound of her moan and the feel of her pulsing around his cock pushing him over the edge. He groaned out her name, his cum spilling into her until he was spent. He felt Utahime’s body relax as she collapsed forwards to rest on her stomach, and he allowed her to tug him along too. He intertwined his legs with hers, a heavy contentment settling into him as he watched her breathe deeply, her golden eyes sated and satisfied.
His doing. That satisfaction, it had been his doing.
“Do you really not care?” she said, gently tangling a hand into his hair, causing goosebumps to form all along his body. “If anyone found out?”
“No, I don’t think I do,” Gojo said, leaning into her touch, still a novelty to him, even now. “I think the charade is up now, anyways. These walls are pretty thin.”
A small dimple appeared in Utahime's cheek as she laughed, such a sweet sound, and he leaned forward to kiss her, smiling against her parted lips.
“How is it possible?” he said, wondering aloud.
“How is what possible?”
“To want you like this. Screaming one instant and soft the next. It doesn’t make sense to me.” But he’d never been loved, not really, not in the way that he felt for her. Is this really what it was? Is this what it felt like?
“Haven’t you figured it out?” she said softly, kissing his jaw, the shell of his ear, any part of his face that she could reach.
“I think I might have,” he said quietly, resting his lips against hers, sharing her breath.
“And what’s the answer?” she asked, and he could feel it between them, like a thread connecting them, tugging on his chest, happy and glowing and warm.
Gojo chuckled, encircling her with his arms, pulling her as close as he could.
He really…he really thought he might love her.
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This came our way sweeter than intended, oops. No regrets, what are our thoughts? ;)