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Once upon a time, Utahime had thought of herself as a sensible young woman. Not the strongest of her class – or even in the entire school – but she was level-headed and responsible in a way that few young sorcerers were. They lived in a strange world in which every day could be boring or their last. One wrong move could spell the end of their career or, even worse, their lives.
She had weathered such storms by being both vigilant and compassionate, studious yet light. When it came to being a Jujutsu sorcerer, life was about balance, as precarious as it was. She had to accept the dark if she were to grow in the light. Take the good with the bad. Carry on even when all hope seemed lost. If she wasn’t the strongest, then she had to be clever, if not smart. Being a female sorcerer in Jujutsu society meant working twice as hard for half the credit.
Utahime was a smart, sensible, logical young woman.
And then Gojo Satoru ruined everything.
She couldn’t rightly say how she had found herself in this position. Logically, she knew how it had started: a pathetic and ill-advised attempt to prove that she wasn’t the naive, weak girl that everyone thought her to be. As her teacher, Gojo should’ve steered her in the right direction – the proper direction – but instead, he’d all but guided her into his bed that night. She couldn’t deny being a willing participant, even if things had slipped out of her control very quickly.
That should’ve been the end of it. She might’ve still been a student, but she was old enough to know any sort of intimate relationship with her teacher, much less Gojo, was a terrible idea. If it were to come to light, not only would she be humiliated and possibly shunned, but while he might skate by with a slap on the wrist, she had no doubt the Higher Ups would seek to punish her severely. They were very particular when it came to her, if only because of Soro Soro Kinku, and they were not fond of Gojo in the slightest. Entangling herself with him could be seen as an act of betrayal, or maybe even treason.
Her reputation as a sorcerer would be in tatters, and her future prospects… Much like the Higher Ups, her family was filled with traditionalists, whose views were on the more conservative side. Ieiri was right to presume that they wouldn’t even approve of her being on birth control, so the idea that she was having premarital sex with her older teacher would’ve horrified them. They might’ve sealed her up in the basement, maybe forced her into an arranged marriage with gripes that she’d lowered her value.
Then again, Gojo Satoru was the pinnacle of Jujutsu society. They might get it in their heads that he owed them for sullying their only daughter and the holder of Soro Soro Kinku. Maybe he wouldn’t want to take her on as his official wife, but, for the right price, they could settle for something less official. It wouldn’t be the first time the head of a clan had a known mistress.
No, that was absolutely absurd. Utahime would not settle for that. She didn’t care what her parents or her clan believed. She was not a pawn for them to trade for more power or wealth. When she decided to attend Jujutsu High, it wasn’t to make herself look better in the eyes of future suitors. It was to become a proper sorcerer – to learn how to hone her temperamental cursed technique and energy in order to help others and protect those even more vulnerable than her.
What a joke, honestly, a snide part of her whispered in the back of her mind, when she spent what felt like half her nights getting used by Gojo.
Of course, Gojo would never say he was using her, and in the heat of the moment, it never felt like that either. Even when he got rough with her, it was because he was insistent she could handle it – she could handle him – but other times, he was so sweet and playful that she forgot how furious she was with him a few days prior for leaving a hickey that she had to cover up with makeup. He had learned to restrain himself in public, going back to his usual dumbass behavior in front of others, but in private…
Oh, in private, Utahime sometimes got it in her silly, little head that Gojo might actually love her.
That was a foolish thought though, something the normal, sensible, pre-mistake Utahime would never have believed.
If another girl had told her something similar, she would’ve scoffed on the inside while trying to help them understand that wasn’t the case. Men like Gojo, men with power and wealth and status, didn’t just believe they could have whatever they wanted. They believed they were owed it because of who they were or what they did. What anyone else believed or wanted didn’t matter.
In her totally objective opinion (because she was still capable of that), Gojo wasn’t a cruel person. Was he a good person? She didn’t know. There wasn’t much of a point in his being a good person, if only because the world did not need him to be one. If he were to be the strongest, he couldn’t simply be a good man. All they needed was for him not to be a bad one, a cruel one.
And even when he frightened her after her date with Kosouke or the crazy shit he’d spoken in his classroom, Utahime couldn’t see him as being cruel. He might tease her to the point of frustration or even push her to the point of tears, but he wasn’t outright mean.
At least, that was what she’d thought, until she stumbled across him speaking to another sorcerer.
Everyone knew who Tsukumo Yuki was. There were only four sorcerers ranked as Special Grade, and she was one of them. On top of being incredibly powerful and skilled, and the only female Special Grade sorcerer in a century, Tsukumo was beautiful. It was all too easy to be intimidated by her. Even Kirara whispered about it, batting their eyes in wonder whenever Tsukumo graced the school with her presence. She didn’t come around often, too busy traveling the world doing her own thing.
Utahime had admired her like a teen girl would an idol. She fantasized about what kind of life Tsukumo had and all the freedom within her grasp. At one time, in her first year, she’d even imagined the woman taking a shine to her and bringing her under her wing, like she’d done with Todo at Kyoto Tech.
But Utahime wasn’t strong like Tsukumo, and Tsukumo had no need for her little boosting ability. She was never mean or dismissive upon passing through, always taking the time to speak with younger sorcerers and both advise them and listen to their struggles. Utahime barely managed to say anything, both in awe and embarrassed. She wasn’t anything of note to the older woman.
That distance between them – between her and Tsukumo, and her and Gojo – was never more apparent than as Utahime was forced to watch Gojo and Tsukumo interact now. Utahime wasn’t the same naive girl as before. She could tell from the way Gojo was casually leaning against the threshold of the door, one arm above his head, and her loose stance with one hip on her hand that they were more than friendly with each other. Not to mention how close they were standing. And then there was her easy laugh and his knowing grin.
Gojo and Tsukumo weren’t just talking. They were flirting with each other. It didn’t look or feel like the type of flirtation that was fresh and new. There was no hesitation on either of their ends, just a natural back and forth that could only occur when there was familiarity with each other. A shared history, a mutual relationship.
Utahime’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. If she thought back, she supposed she’d seen Gojo flirt with others before, but it had never been so obvious as this – and never since this thing between them had started in secret. Suddenly, it made her see everything in a new light. Had she been blinded by his attention? Sure, he acted like he was only into her, but what was stopping him from carrying on with whoever he wanted when she wasn’t around? He went on overseas missions. He could teleport, for fuck’s sake. He could do whatever – and whoever – he wanted.
But she couldn’t even be fucking friends with one boy? Why? Because he didn’t like to share her? Because she was his and only his? But what did that make him to her? If she was his, then wasn’t he hers? Or was it because she was still so young that he didn’t have to go by those rules? It was totally okay for him to flirt and fuck at his whims, but if she so much as looked at a boy her age, he got all weird.
How was that fair?
No, he couldn’t act all possessive with her, and then turn around and do something like this. He was the one who forced her to admit such humiliating desires. He was the one who made sure he was her sole focus, who dragged her away from her friends, who invaded every inch of her mind. He didn’t want her around other boys, and he didn’t want her to take protective measures that would keep him from knocking her up.
Satoru – if you wanna be my pretty, little wife, you need to get used to calling me that.
And if he wanted her to be more than just a plaything to him, then he needed to act like it too. It couldn’t just be all on her. She was mortified to have said that more than once – growing up, she’d been resistant to the idea of being nothing more than a strong sorcerer’s wife like her clan and the Higher Ups wanted – and yet somehow Gojo had dragged the desire out of her regardless.
But this wasn’t right. For once, she could understand why Gojo had reacted so badly to finding her hanging out with Kosouke, even if nothing had happened. Something could’ve happened. A part of her had already started to think about what it might be like to spend more time with him, not like what she and Gojo had done, but something more than friends.
The idea of Gojo doing something like that with Tsukumo made her sick to her stomach. She bet, if they had sex, it wouldn’t involve Gojo manhandling her wherever he wanted. He’d have to earn the right to have sex with her, maybe even fight her on it, and while he was still stronger than her, they were far more evenly matched. She could probably even fuck him.
Something simmering pooled in Utahime’s gut, hot and dark and vicious. It was so unlike her, to the point where she didn’t recognize it at first. She had something of a temper on her – everyone knew that, especially Gojo, who was prone to provoking it – but this was different from anger.
It was jealousy. She was jealous.
That pissed her off even more than watching Gojo flirt with another woman. How could she have fallen this far? Throwing a jealous fit over a man was pathetic. While she tried not to be petty, she and Kirara had giggled over it before. Sure, she’d been jealous and envious of others before, but it had never been over something as basic as a boy. And okay, Gojo wasn’t just some boy, but still…
Was it because Tsukumo wasn’t a toy he could play with? She was powerful and confident, completely different from Utahime. He must like that at times too – someone who could actually meet him at his level. Tsukumo was not coy by any means. She was not shy, quiet, or submissive. Hell, even she disrespected the Higher Ups, just like Gojo.
No, Tsukumo was a woman. She certainly wasn’t bashful about what she wanted in life.
Before either of them could notice her, Utahime spun on her heels and stormed away. If Gojo wanted someone who wasn’t afraid to take what they wanted, she would show him. She wasn’t the same weak girl from before. She wasn’t going to just let him fuck her whenever and however he wanted. She might not be as old as them, but she was still a woman, and she had her own needs and desires too.
*
Later on, Utahime shut down all communication with Gojo by telling him directly that she was busy. She and Kirara were having a girls’ night, and if he was really that bored, he could find someone else to play with or go do his job.
It felt good to tell him off, but also a little terrifying. As she and Kirara sat cross-legged on the floor of her dorm, painting their nails and listening to music, she kept expecting Gojo to pop up randomly like he had at the arcade, but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even try to pester her for the rest of the night. That scared her too – what if she had pushed him directly into the arms of Tsukumo or someone else? – but she shoved the insecurity down and giggled as Kirara told a story.
As they lay side-by-side in bed that night, snuggled up under the blankets, Kirara murmured, “I missed this. We haven’t gotten to do a night like this in a while.”
“Yeah,” Utahime admitted, “me too.”
“We’re always so busy with missions and stuff, not even school work,” Kirara complained. “I didn’t think we’d be this loaded with this much right before graduation.”
“They’re just making sure we’re prepared.”
“For what?” Kirara sighed. “I’m ready to have some fun for once.”
Utahime poked Kirara in the side under the covers. “You’ve been with Hakari for too long. All he wants to do is break the rules and have fun.”
Kirara giggled. “Maybe.” Then they paused, a brief silence falling over them. Kirara shifted in the bed, rolling onto their side to face her. “Hey, you know I… We didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay,” Utahime replied automatically. “You two are together. It’s only natural that you spend more time together.”
Without me, were the unspoken words, but ones they both knew were true. Wasn’t that partly how this whole mess with Gojo had started? Kirara had promised to do a movie night, like they did in their first year every week, only to hook up with Hakari. They’d probably expected to be done before Utahime got out of the showers, or maybe they’d lost track of time or forgotten about her. It wasn’t personal. It just happened. People grew apart, even when they were near each other.
They had both grown so much in strength without her, especially in their third year. Hakari was one of the strongest sorcerers out there, a grade one who could clash with the best. He was leagues above them all, second only to Yuta at school, and her tired-looking underclassman wouldn’t even admit to being the strongest student at Jujutsu High. Not to mention Kirara, who had gone through a transformation in more ways than one to be the best version of themselves.
It was inevitable that Utahime would fall behind. However much she could hone her cursed technique, it was not meant for the frontlines or solo missions, so she would never be allowed to become a grade one sorcerer. Her cursed energy itself was coveted, almost beloved, but that wouldn’t get her far. No matter how hard she worked, she would never be on their level. As graduation neared, she had started to come to terms with the realization, but it was still bitter on her tongue.
When she was with Gojo, she could sometimes forget about that, if only because of how singular his attention was on her, like she was the most important thing in the world to him. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t the strongest student at school. She was his favorite, and she didn’t know why, but he was his. She was used to sorcerers, especially male sorcerers, giving her attention and compliments because of her cursed technique, but it wasn’t of any use to Gojo, who was already the strongest.
So if it wasn’t her cursed technique that drew his interest, it had to be her.
Right?
“Yeah, I know, but I didn’t mean for you to feel like we’d pushed you away,” Kirara said.
Utahime rolled her eyes. “I don’t think Hakari cares about me that much.”
“He does!” Kirara insisted.
“Kirara, I love you and all, but c’mon,” Utahime replied. “We come from completely different worlds. I doubt Hakari and I will ever speak again after graduation.” She hesitated, then added, “But I hope we’re still friends, even if you two are off doing whatever you want.”
“Of course we will,” Kirara said, grabbing her hands. “At the end of the day, we’re sorcerers, and that shit bonds us for life.” They rubbed circles with their thumbs over Utahime’s hands. “I just wish… I don’t know. I wish you didn’t feel so alone. I know you’re kinda isolated because of your cursed technique – which both Hakari and I think is bullshit – but then, when we got together, you were even more alone. And you can’t deny that.”
No, she couldn’t. Utahime bit her lip, not wanting to voice any complaints. It wasn’t fair of her. They all had their own lives and their own paths. Kirara’s and Hakari’s had led to each other, and hers…
Her heart seized in her chest. She didn’t want to think about him, not right now.
“That’s why I was glad when you texted me about hanging out tonight,” Kirara said. “We’ve all been so busy – with school, missions, ourselves – that I realized I didn’t even know what was going on with you at all.” Even in the dark, Utahime could sense Kirara’s pout at their lips. “You didn’t even tell me how your date with Kousuke went.”
Utahime blushed. “Oh, um… It was okay.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah, we haven’t talked since then, so…”
“Huh. That’s so weird. He was totally into you, I know it.”
Maybe he had been, but Gojo had made it loud and clear that Utahime was not available. She had thought Kousuke might at least try to text her, but he hadn’t. She could’ve reached out to him, but she had promised Gojo that she wouldn’t, not even to be friends. It wouldn’t work out.
Of course, if he was flirting with other women and having fun with them, then maybe she should give Kousuke a text, just to–
Utahime’s mind came to a screeching halt. Just to what? To talk? To apologize? The mere idea of reaching out to him, of seeing him again, seized her with a strange sort of panic. It wasn’t fear so much as discomfort. Gojo would be unhappy with her if he found out, and she didn’t want him to be unhappy. She’d already blown him off tonight, but it had been purposeful this time, not like before when she’d missed his calls. And even that was making her stomach twist.
“I guess he wasn’t as into me as you thought,” Utahime finally replied. “At least after we hung out.”
Kirara blew a raspberry. “Whatever. That’s his loss. You’re a total cutie.”
Utahime managed a smile. “Thanks.”
“I mean it,” Kirara told her. “Anyone would be lucky to be with you.” They reached out in the dark, brushing Utahime’s bangs out of her face. “I hope you know that. I know it’s hard because of your cursed technique, but don’t let some asshole take advantage of you, okay? Any guy should be honored for you to give them the light of day.”
“I’m not that special,” Utahime snorted.
“You are though,” Kirara insisted. “You really are.”
Utahime wasn’t so sure about that, but then again, hadn’t Gojo said something along those lines too? She had even asked him what made her so special, but he’d insisted that he couldn’t tell her. She just was to him, and that was all that mattered. She still didn’t understand why. Sure, her cursed technique was coveted, but a boosting technique wasn’t incredible or unique. It was special just enough to be guarded carefully, but not enough for her to be considered great.
She loved her cursed technique, but sometimes, it made her feel like nothing more than a tool, like she could only ever be used. She was tired of feeling used. Tomorrow, she’d show Gojo that she wasn’t just some toy for him to play with, and he could either accept that or finally let her go.
*
She sent him a simple text, something innocuous that a normal student nearing graduation might send to their teacher: I need to speak with you.
A few minutes later, he replied, I’ll be back on campus in thirty minutes.
His bland response made her nervous, but Utahime swallowed any anxiety that threatened to overtake her. She might’ve been young, but she wasn’t a child anymore. Fourth year students weren’t even seen as students in the eyes of underclassmen. They didn’t attend class the same as everyone else, typically taking on missions that fully fledged sorcerers were assigned to, so she wouldn’t be treated as such, even if she wasn’t the strongest.
She didn’t have to wait thirty minutes for his return. She felt it when he arrived on campus, her cursed energy catching on the sudden reappearance of his. Now that he’d made her more aware of it, she couldn’t help but notice how much her cursed energy reacted to his, or how his cursed energy seemingly provoked hers. Just by focusing, she could tell he was in his main quarters on campus, so she made her way there, determined not to falter despite the frantic beating of her heart.
When she arrived, she didn’t hesitate to knock. As she stood at his door now, waiting for him to open it, she couldn’t help but think back to that night all those months ago, the night that had started it all. She couldn’t even remember why she’d sought him out in the first place, only that she’d been embarrassed and hadn’t known where to go or what to do with herself, not when so many strange emotions were swirling inside of her.
She felt like that now, anxious and confused and angry. It wasn’t fair that a grown man like Gojo made her feel this way. It wasn’t right.
But now it was his responsibility to answer for what he’d done.
The door opened to reveal Gojo, dressed casually in grey sweatpants and nothing else save for the sunglasses perched on his nose. He leaned against the threshold, towel drying his damp hair. “You wanted to talk?”
Utahime blushed like a shy girl. “Couldn’t you have put on a shirt before answering the door?”
A lazy grin tugged at Gojo’s lips. “These are my private quarters. I’m allowed to do what I want.”
“It’s still inappropriate to do with a student,” Utahime seethed.
Gojo chuckled. “This is the least inappropriate thing I’ve done with you.”
“Whatever,” she grumbled, pushing her way inside instead of asking permission. He let her without a word, still grinning like an imp, and shut the door.
She’d been in his place numerous times since that night. It was safer than him showing up at her dorm room, where one of the other students might spot him and wonder what he was doing over there in the middle of the night. He could put a cap on his cursed energy when he wanted, but it was too noticeable, and he had a habit of letting it slip out when they were together, like he couldn’t help himself. She drew it out of him, making his power flare without trying.
“Did you have fun with Kirara the other night?” Gojo asked.
“I did.” Utahime paused, then turned around to face him. “Did you have fun with Tsukumo?”
Gojo’s mildly amused expression didn’t falter as he considered her. “Is that what this is about? Did you act out and give me the cold shoulder because you’re jealous?”
“No.”
“Are you worried that I’m fucking her behind your back?” Gojo pressed.
Utahime gritted her teeth. “No.”
But that wasn’t entirely true. Now that she had time to think about things, she didn’t think Gojo was also fucking Tsukumo Yuki, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t history between them. Gojo would’ve thrown a fit if she even tried to hang out with another boy, so if she were to have an ex, he’d react furiously if she spent time with them, much less openly flirted.
Gojo stepped closer to her. “Hm, I think you were jealous.”
Folding her arms across her chest, Utahime asked, “Is there something I should be jealous about?”
“Now, why would you ask something like that?” Gojo countered, reaching out to rub a strand of her hair between his fingers. “You know you’re the only one for me. You’re my special girl. Haven’t I made that clear?”
It was hard to resist Gojo when he said sweet things like that, especially when he was this close to her and they were alone, but Utahime had to stand her ground. “You were flirting with her.”
“We were having a friendly chat,” Gojo corrected.
“I know what flirting looks like,” Utahime snapped, “and if I were to do something like that, you’d lose your shit, so how do you think I felt when I saw you doing it?”
Gojo didn’t hesitate so much as pause, though he continued to rub her hair between his fingers. She could tell he was thinking, but she couldn’t get a read on him at all. He was calmer than she expected, cool instead of hot like he normally was whenever they were alone, but it didn’t feel like the same restraint he held when they were in public. No, he was perfectly at ease, unashamed by his behavior and unbothered by his desire for her.
“If I’m not even allowed to talk with another boy, then you shouldn’t be flirting with someone else,” she told him. “It’s not fair.”
“Oh?” Gojo raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me what I can and can’t do?”
“You’re the one who keeps saying shit about how I’m your girl,” Utahime shot back. “And if I’m yours, then doesn’t that make you mine?”
He tilted his head, allowing his sunglasses to slide down to reveal a sliver of his eyes. “Is that what you want? Confirmation that this is something exclusive?”
“Well…” Utahime shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “Is it?”
That was the consequence of all this sneaking around. There was little to no firm ground for her to stand on. Exclusivity did not lend itself to secrecy. They couldn’t show proof of their relationship – and so she could not cling to the surety that a relationship would normally give. She couldn’t tell herself that Gojo wouldn’t fuck around while he was gone on business because, to be honest, she couldn’t even say they were in a relationship.
She didn’t want to mess around though. She didn’t want this to be a fling. She didn’t want it to be just sex. And with graduation coming soon, she was starting to realize that she had no idea how this would end. Things would change once she moved off campus. She was already looking at places of her own, wondering if she should try to stay close to the city or move.
But moving away made her sick to her stomach, because she’d also come to the horrible realization that she didn’t want to leave Gojo. The mere idea wounded her. He’d become such a central figure in her life that she couldn’t imagine living without him.
And that scared her even more, the idea that she couldn’t.
Utahime reached out tentatively, splaying her palm against his chest and slowly sliding it up. “If I belong to you, then you belong to me, right?”
“That’s a very presumptuous thing to ask of the strongest sorcerer,” Gojo pointed out, “and bold too.”
Maybe also stupid, if she was being honest. Because Gojo wasn’t just the strongest sorcerer of their time; he was also the head of a very wealthy and powerful clan and the holder of a cursed technique that hadn’t been seen in centuries. He was one of the most important people out there, and here she was, a young nobody with a minor name and boosting technique, demanding he belong to her.
It was laughable, but neither of them was laughing.
“It’s only fair,” Utahime said.
“Okay then,” Gojo replied. “Show me.”
Utahime faltered. “What?”
“Show me that I belong to you,” Gojo repeated.
She had planned on doing that, but now, as he was gazing down at her, she hesitated. Was it because he’d essentially called her out on her plan? Or was she second-guessing herself? Maybe this was all she could have. She was his, but he could never be hers. There was too wide a gap between them in terms of power and status. It would take him little to no effort to have her in whatever way he wanted, but she would always struggle with him.
But she also didn’t want to be weak anymore. If anyone wanted to come even close to partially owning Gojo, they couldn’t afford to be submissive. She couldn’t be entirely submissive.
“Get on the bed.”
A grin flickered at Gojo’s lips, like he was fighting the urge to laugh, but he didn’t fight her request. Once he was sitting at the head of the bed, his long legs stretched out, she pulled off her hoodie to reveal… nothing underneath. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her bare chest, his bright eyes darkening at the realization that she’d walked all the way over here like that, her intentions clear.
She’d never been this bold before. To be honest, it frightened her a little, but it titillated her as well, especially when Gojo reacted just as she wanted.
After kicking off her slip-ons, she peeled her tight leggings off, leaving her in just a pair of panties. He moved to take off his sweatpants, but she shook her head, and he flashed her a pout. His displeasure didn’t last long, not when she climbed onto the bed and threw a leg over to straddle his waist. His hands were on her waist in a flash, but with a level of obedience very unlike him, he simply held her in place instead of dragging her down to grind against him.
When her panty-clad pussy brushed against his half-hard cock in his pants, she had to bite her lip to stop herself from making a compromising noise. Instead, she took his face in her hands, then tilted his head back so she could nip along the column of his throat. He let out something close to a whining sound, taken aback by her refusal to kiss him, but she didn’t relent, just shy of leaving marks on him where people could see them.
One of her palms fell to rest against his chest again, right over his heart, as her lips trailed down his throat and over his collarbone. He was so big compared to her, but it was especially noticeable now as she straddled his lap. Nonetheless, when she slowly rolled her hips against him, she could feel the thumping of his heart under her palm.
With another intentional rock, Gojo tilted his head back even further and let out a pained groan, his grip on her waist tightening. “Utahime.”
“Be good,” Utahime murmured against his skin. “Get me off like this first.”
“Fuck,” he swore. “You’re being mean.”
“Am I?” Utahime pulled back, sitting upright to look him in the face. “Getting a taste of your own medicine isn’t nice, now is it?”
Gojo’s eyes were even darker than before, his eyes dilated, but still, he didn’t fight her. It would’ve taken him nothing to roll them over and pin her underneath him, yank her underwear off and sink his cock into her before she could even protest. She was already wet from riding him slowly, even more so because of the way he was reacting. His restraint felt shaky at best, but he was behaving, and that…
Oh, fuck, watching him struggle got her off so bad.
Planting her hands on his shoulders, she used the leverage to grind herself against him even harder. Every roll of her hips, every press of her pussy against his cock, every flash of pain and arousal that flickered across his face pushed her closer to the edge. He slid one of his hands up her side to grasp her breasts, but she snatched his wrist at the last second, shoving it back down to her waist.
Gojo practically growled at the refusal, but she shook her head and said, “Use your mouth.”
The second he leaned forward to wrap his lips around one of her nipples, a bolt of electricity shot through her. She cried out in pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as she rocked against him harder. She might’ve worried about hurting him if not for the way his hips bucked upward in a useless attempt to shock himself into her. He could’ve easily used his grip to drag her over him the way he liked, but she controlled the pace, rubbing her clit against him just right until she finally spilled over.
Lying her cheek on the top of his head, Utahime gasped out, “Oh, oh my god, Satoru, you feel so good.”
He jerked underneath her at the sound of his name on her lips, moaning with her breast in his mouth. It was the first time she’d said his first name unprompted, like it was perfectly normal. As pleasure burned through her body, she vaguely wondered how he would react to her saying his name in public, if he’d bear it without flinching or if he’d be unable to resist dragging her away. She could find out, if she wanted. She had that kind of power.
The fact that she had any sort of hold over Gojo Satoru was intoxicating. An even hotter pleasure simmered deep inside her, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her and making her gasp and twitch in his hold.
Now that she’d gotten off, Gojo moved to roll her underneath him, just as she expected, but then she yanked hard on his hair. “No.”
“You’re playing with fire,” Gojo warned her.
Utahime took his face in her hands again, but this time, she rewarded him with a slow but meaningful kiss on the lips. “I want to be on top.”
His lips quirked upward into a smile. “You gonna ride me, baby girl?”
“Yes, I am,” Utahime replied confidently, even as her heart stuttered in her chest, “and you’re gonna take it and let me use you.”
She lifted herself off him just enough to wriggle out of her underwear and give him the space to shove his sweatpants and briefs down to release his cock. He shifted underneath her to lie down fully on the bed, her wet pussy sliding over his abs. Placing his hands on her waist again, he moved her over his cock again, both of them sucking in breaths as he glided between the folds of her pussy.
A part of her thought to stop him one more time to tell him to use a condom, but she didn’t. One, seeing as how they’d never used them, she didn’t know if he even owned condoms at this point. Two, she worried that might tip him completely over the edge. And three…
She didn’t want to use one. She wanted to feel him inside of her, deep as possible, with nothing separating them. She wanted him to pump her full of his release because he couldn’t help himself with her, because he was as helpless with his desire for her as she was with him. She wanted to feel and see the undeniable proof that he was hers and she had him in a way no one else could.
Holding her breath, Utahime lifted herself over him again, letting him align himself with her before she finally, blessedly, began to sink down on his cock.
As always, the first thing she noticed was the stretch, but she was so fucking wet from her previous orgasm that he seemed to slide into her with ease. He swore viciously, his eyes fluttering and his body arching so prettily. The vision of him coming undone underneath her as her body took in his cock was almost too much for her to bear. Tears burned the edge of her eyes, but she urged him deeper inside of her, taking him in as fast as she could.
“Shit, Hime,” he hissed when she sank on him completely.
“Oh,” she gasped, “oh, fuck, you’re so deep–”
The first time they’d had sex, he’d set her in his lap, keeping her close so she couldn’t wriggle away, but this was different. They’d never had sex like this before, with her on top and him lying completely underneath her. At this angle, it was like his cock was spearing her. Because of how big he was compared to her, it was difficult for her to lift herself off him, but using her hands on his chest as leverage, she did her best, pulling herself off him partially and then sinking back down again.
A jolt of arousal shot through her sharply, and her mouth fell open with a wordless cry. He always filled her up so well, but this somehow felt fuller, deeper, like he was buried inside her. She did the motion again, raising herself up and then dropping back down, and he swore once more. Her pussy clenched around his cock, desperate to keep him inside, and he bucked upward, unable to help himself.
“Satoru!” she whimpered.
“Good job, baby, keep it up,” Gojo groaned. “Take what you want. Use me. I’m yours.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest. It took everything in her not to close her eyes as she did her best to ride him even harder. No matter how difficult it was, no matter how much her knees ached, she fucked herself on top of him even harder, her tits bouncing with every thrust. She couldn’t stop the noises if she tried, little cries and moans that threatened to expose them, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the flush of Gojo’s face, the feel of her body taking him into her deeply again and again, and the way he gazed up at her like she was everything.
He fucked up into her, but he didn’t change the pace she set, letting her use him to her content.
It was too much. She was sweating from the effort of riding him, her bangs plastered to her forehead and cheeks. She didn’t know how much longer she could fuck him like this, but she’d be damned if she gave up before she got off. The build-up was right there, just at the edge, pleasure promised to her.
“Mi-Mine,” she stammered out. “Mine, mine, mine.”
“That’s it, Utahime,” Gojo goaded, sounding breathless as well. “Claim me – if you can.”
“You’re– You’re mine,” Utahime gasped out.
His palms slid up the dip of her waist, resting over her rib cage, his thumbs sliding just underneath her breasts. “And?”
“I’m yours,” she said, leaning further down so that her clit brushed along his abdomen. “I’m all yours, everything, please–”
The orgasm crashed into her so violently that she thought she blacked out for a second.
She had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her loud cry as she came, spots bursting in her vision even with her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn’t ride him through it, but he obediently did the work for her, lifting her up and down on his cock as she spasmed around him and pleasure wracked her body. Every deep filling upward thrust of his cock into her caused her to whimper, but it felt beyond good, her eyes threatening to roll in the back of her head.
“Shit, I can’t–”
In a flash, Gojo had them rolled over so that he was on top and was thrusting into her wildly, but she was too blissed out to care, barely even noticing the loud wet sounds of slapping skin or the creaking of his bed. He hooked his arms underneath her knees, bending her damn near in half as he fucked her through the tail end of her orgasm, but it didn’t hurt.
“In me,” she begged. “Fill me up, Satoru, please, I want it!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck–”
Of course he came inside of her. He couldn’t deny her, and he couldn’t deny his own desires. He was weak for them – for her. He slammed into her one last time, burying his cock as deep as possible into her cunt, as close to her womb as he could be, and spent himself inside of her. He leaned onto her, bending her further as he caged her in with his body and hid his face in the crook of her neck.
Utahime’s heart was thundering in her chest, blood roaring in her ears, but despite being on top of her, she wasn’t struggling to breathe because of his physical weight. It was his cursed energy. It surrounded her, smothered her, wrapped itself around her until she felt like she was choking on it, drawing out her cursed energy to dizzying levels.
“Sh, just breathe,” Gojo murmured in her ear. “Let it go.”
She wasn’t sure that she could. Everything about him overwhelmed her, to the point where tears pricked at her eyes again. She clung to him tightly, even her pussy clenching his cock with aftershocks of pleasure that made him hiss.
Slowly but surely, as he whispered soothing words of endearment and encouragement, Utahime found herself coming down from that intense high. Once she could breathe properly again, Gojo rolled them over so that he was underneath her again, allowing her to rest on his chest, but when he shifted as if to pull out, she clutched him.
“Don’t–” She swallowed. “Don’t go.”
“Of course not.” Gojo stroked her hair, gentle and soft. “I’ll stay right here, inside of you.”
With his cock softening inside of her, she wasn’t nearly as stretched out, but she still felt full from how much he’d come inside of her. A mixture of their released seeped out between them, but he didn’t seem to mind, holding and touching her until she was lulled into a sleepy, contented daze.
“I’ve dreamed of this often enough,” Gojo told her in a quiet murmur, “letting you warm my cock until I’m hard enough to take you again.” He wrapped a strand of her hair around one finger, like a leash holding her in place. A shudder coursed through her body, but he only chuckled, low and deep in his chest, and pressed a kiss to her temple. “You can handle it. You’re strong enough, aren’t you?”
Utahime nodded, even as her eyes fell closed. “Mmhm.”
“Because you’re mine,” Gojo hummed. “You belong to me, my sweet, stubborn girl.”
“I’m yours,” Utahime responded without thought.
“Good.” Gojo managed to pull up the blanket to lay it over her, keeping her snug in his arms. “Get some rest. I’ll wake you up when I’m ready again.”
Utahime wrinkled her nose. “Again?”
“I know, baby,” Gojo chuckled. “You worked so hard. I’m proud of you.” He brushed some of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I didn’t expect you to react so strongly. This was even better than I’d dreamed. You’re perfect, truly, everything I wanted and more.”
The thought of questioning him crossed her mind, but Utahime was too out of it to think straight. As the pleasure faded from her body, Gojo’s hands stroking her gently and the soft beating of his heart lulled her into a dreamless sleep. She wanted to be pleased with herself and feel strong over showing him that she wasn’t just some willing toy for him to play with. She’d won this struggle and come out on top for once, hadn’t she?
So why, in the back of her mind, did she feel like she’d lost something important too?