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Utahime hated going to these parties. 

The music was loud, the bass thundering deep in her ears and the air was thick with haze. Bright lights flashed overhead and so many people bumped into her, Utahime was sure she was going to wake up with fresh bruises on her arms. It was all overstimulating, not at all the type of event she enjoyed going to. 

But Shoko liked them and Utahime hated the idea of her friend being alone at a party with so much alcohol flowing and the world’s biggest assholes surrounding her. Utahime wasn’t a prude, she liked to drink too. Her idea of a fun night out is going to a sports bar and downing beers while her favorite sports teams played on the TVs. Lively enough to be a good time but Utahime could still maintain conversations over the noise. Here, Utahime couldn’t get through a conversation without yelling what? several times. 

She also hated the feeling that she was only following Shoko around. Shoko seemed to know everyone there, bouncing between groups while Utahime followed like a lost puppy. Utahime stood next to Shoko and smiled as Shoko introduced her to person after person. Utahime could feel her social battery drain out, and every time she glanced at her phone to check the time, she was increasingly disappointed that it wasn’t even past midnight yet. 

For most of the people she was introduced to, Utahime assumed that Shoko had some surface-level friendship with them. So when Shoko suddenly threw her arms around someone, Utahime’s attention immediately snapped to them. He was tall. So tall Shoko had to stretch to wrap her arms around his neck. His long black hair cascaded down his back, half of it pulled back in a lazy updo but if it was supposed to pull his hair away from his face it was failing. Dark strands hung in his eyes and Utahime noted that his ears were gauged. Black tank top with baggy jeans, Utahime thought he looked a little bit like a delinquent. 

“This is Suguru!” Shoko shouted over the music, turning back towards Utahime. 

Utahime raised her hand in greeting with a small, polite smile. Suguru smiled back at her and Utahime knew he was trouble. He was too charming for his own good. It clicked into place for Utahime as she watched her chill, a laidback friend suddenly became more excited and animated. They were at this party for him. 

She raised her drink to her lips and took her phone out, switching through the apps mindlessly to cover the fact that she felt so out of place. If this was a guy Shoko was talking to, then they were probably going to be standing there a little longer than when she talked with the other people. The thought of leaving crossed Utahime’s mind. Surely Shoko wanted time alone with this man. 

A hand brushed her shoulder and Utahime’s head shot up in time to see Suguru throw the person who nudged her a thumbs up before sliding his arm around Shoko’s shoulder. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” a deep voice purred in her ear. 

He was as tall as Suguru but where Suguru had dark features, this man had light ones. Messy white hair fell into his eyes, the backward hat pushing his bangs forward. Speaking of the eyes, they were a startling bright blue. The bluest Utahime had ever seen. He was wearing a baggy t-shirt, a visible silver chain around his neck poking out of the collar. Utahime wrinkled her nose. He was probably Suguru’s friend, summoned to come play wingman while Suguru whisked Shoko away. 

“I’m not into assholes,” Utahime said shortly and slipped away from him. 

She snuck up behind Shoko and tapped her shoulder to get her attention since she was currently being enraptured by Suguru. 

“I’m going to head out,” Utahime announced.

Shoko leaned forward, cupping her ear. “What?”

“I’m leaving!” Utahime shouted. 

Shoko looked back at Suguru for a moment and then to Utahime, seeming to come to the conclusion that Utahime was leaving because of Suguru. Which was partly true but mostly Utahime wanted to leave because she had reached her limit on social interaction and shouting over the music only served to irritate her more. 

“No, you don’t have to,” Shoko said, pulling away from Suguru and with her back to him, Shoko didn’t see the impatient look on Suguru’s face. Utahime couldn’t blame him and she wasn’t going to make Shoko babysit her the whole night. 

“It’s fine, I’m tired!” Utahime shouted one last time over the music and gave Shoko a reassuring smile. 

Shoko seemed hesitant but nodded and let Utahime go, turning back to Suguru. Suguru cast her a look that seemed to be a thankful one which made Utahime roll her eyes. She wasn’t doing it for some random frat bro and for Shoko’s sake, she hoped he was worth the time. 

“Want me to walk you home?” Suguru’s friend was still lingering around her, perhaps a last attempt to convince her to hook up with him.

Utahime glared at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Ouch, icy,” she heard him say or she thought she might’ve heard him say that. Utahime was already pushing past him towards the door. 

On the way out, she fished a couple of beer bottles out of one of the coolers set up to bring with her. Consider it part of her appearance fee. She gripped them in one hand, holding the necks of the bottles between her fingers, her phone clutched in her other hand. The transition between being surrounded by loud music to the silence of the night air as stepped out the front door brought relief to her ears. 

Utahime was glad she had the foresight to wear sensible walking shoes too. Her apartment wasn’t far from the frat houses but Utahime was already at her limit and didn’t think she could handle aching feet on top of everything else. She planned on downing both of these beers and going to sleep as soon as she got home. 

Tomorrow was Sunday and she felt a lurch of dread remembering that Sunday meant catching up on all the schoolwork she put off the entire weekend. Shoko wouldn’t be awake early, Utahime could sneak in a trip to the library before her friend would be ready to tell her all about Suguru. 

She glanced back at the frat house before turning the corner and it fell out of her sight. Suguru’s friend flashed in her mind. He was hot, Utahime had to admit. Under that baggy shirt, she could make out the hints that it concealed a well-toned body. And he was so tall, he towered over her. His eyes could’ve been the same shade as blue topaz, drawing her in. 

Utahime needed to stop before she waxed poetry about an asshole frat bro’s gorgeous eyes. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again anyway. 

_____

“I’m so sorry.”

Utahime had the phone up to her ear as she hopped up the steps to the doors of the library. Her backpack was heavy with textbooks from nearly all her classes. Utahime wasn’t expecting Shoko to be up this early which meant it was likely Shoko hadn’t even gone to sleep yet. The guilt of Utahime leaving the party ate away at her. 

“Shoko, it’s fine. I need to do some work today anyway,” Utahime insisted, her hand on the door handle. “I need to go, I’m at the library. Tell me about your guy later.”

The library was already busy. Midterms were descending upon the students fast and nearly every table was full. Utahime did a complete walk around and even went into the stacks but her options were limited. She’d have to ask someone with chairs open at their table if they’d be alright with her joining them. 

Utahime walked up to the first table by the windows that had only a single person at it. From behind, Utahime noted he had messy white hair and he was crouched over his work, his pen flying across the paper. She placed her hand on the back of the chair across from him, making him look up at her. 

“Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”

There was something about him that was unsettlingly familiar to her but Utahime couldn’t place it. His blue eyes were shielded behind a pair of thick square glasses. He was wearing a navy-colored sweater. The white collar of a button-down shirt he wore underneath laid neatly on top of the neck of his sweater. And as she sat down, she caught a glimpse of the pair of khakis he was wearing. His outfit contrasted with Utahime’s lazy attire of whatever sweatshirt she grabbed off her floor and a pair of jeans. 

He eyed her and for a moment Utahime thought he was going to turn her away but then he smiled. “Of course, pretty girl.”

Utahime froze, her hand stiffened on the back of the chair. She recognized his voice instantly, remembering how it sounded right next to her ear, his lips nearly grazing her skin. Though now, he didn’t look anything like he did last night. Last night, he looked like the average douchebag frat bro and now…well, now he looked like a nerd. Really, who wore khakis and tucked their shirt in to go to the library? She had to be mistaken. 

“Do I know you?” she asked, sitting down despite being thrown off because she did need to get her work done and this was looking like her only option. 

“You really are icy,” he mused and Utahime couldn’t believe it was the same guy from before. 

“Or maybe you’re just not as smooth as you think you are,” she retorted, opening her bag and pulling out a large calculus textbook. It was a required prerequisite she was forced to take and Utahime swore this was the last math class she was ever going to take in her life if she could help it. 

“You left so early, I didn’t even get the chance to show you how smooth I can be. I’m Satoru Gojo, by the way,” he said, fiddling with his pen. He twirled it around his long fingers with ease. Utahime forced herself to keep her eyes on her textbook and not to think about how much dexterity his fingers had.

“Not into frat bros.” Although now he didn’t look anything like a frat bro. He looked like he was the teacher’s assistant in a four-hundred-level science course. Utahime needed to know how one person could have such different styles in less than twelve hours. “What’s with the outfit?”

He laughed. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t wear glasses last night.”

“My eyes were dry this morning.”

“And the sweater?” She gestured to him while she spoke. His baggy shirt last night only suggested that he was sculpted underneath but the sweater fit him better. 

He shrugged. “It’s cold.”

“Who wears khakis to sit in the library all day?”

“They’re comfortable. What’s wrong with wanting to look nice?” he asked and Utahime pulled at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. 

“Nothing,” she mumbled, conceding that he did look nice. “It’s just not a look I expected from you.”

“I’m multifaceted.” Gojo winked and Utahime flipped the page of her textbook a little too forcefully. 

She thought it was going to be difficult to work around him, somewhat regretting her choice of asking if she could sit with him. But he was diligent in his work the entire time, much more focused than she was anyway. Utahime hated math, it was the one subject that sat in her brain a jumbled mess. Her head began to ache as she repeatedly switched between her notes, the textbook, and how-to videos on her phone as she painstakingly worked her way through each of the problems. 

Utahime caught a glimpse of the spine of the textbook Gojo was working out of. It was for some kind of physics class, a topic that would also go over her head since it was essentially another math class. His handwriting was neat, each scratch of the pen against the page was intentional. The notebook he was scrawling in rapidly filled up with physics equations. Math probably came easily to him and here she was fighting for her life to get through a single homework problem. 

She chewed her bottom lip, internally debating on asking him if he knew anything about her homework problems. Utahime had a lot of pride and an even bigger ego when it came to school and the thought of asking him for help left a bitter taste in her mouth but she was so done with trying to struggle through her homework. She swallowed the bitterness and used the end of her pencil to nudge his arm. 

“Need help?” he asked without looking up from his work. 

“No!” Utahime blurted, a little too loud for being in a library. A few people at nearby tables gave her unamused looks. 

Gojo still didn’t look up but Utahime could see a slight smile form on his lips that she wanted to smack off him. “You just want to talk to me that bad?”

“Forget it,” Utahime huffed, looking back down at her unsolved math questions. 

“You know, you still haven’t told me your name.”

Utahime chewed the inside of her cheek before answering. “Utahime.”

Gojo snatched her homework from her before she could protest. “Well, Utahime, let me take a look.”

He drew out each syllable of her name and it sent a shiver down her spine. Gojo’s eyes scanned the page a few times, playing with the pen in his fingers while he thought. Then he made a few correcting marks on the page and passed it back to her. 

“You’re missing a step here.”

Utahime took the homework from him and seeing his markups made something click in her mind and she was able to finish the rest of the problem. They passed her homework back and forth, Utahime would attempt the problems and Gojo would look them over and help her make adjustments. Something about the way he was able to explain his thought process made sense to her in a way that none of the other resources she used did. She felt a little bad for taking him away from his schoolwork but Gojo didn’t seem to mind. Taking the pages from her each time enthusiastically to look them over.

They worked most of the morning and into the afternoon. At some point, Gojo had slid his chair over to her side of the table so they could read the text at the same time without passing it back and forth. He had his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, a nice analog watch on his wrist. Combined with his outfit and his glasses, Utahime thought Gojo looked like he could be someone’s nerdy dad and that really did it for her. 

Utahime was extremely aware of his proximity to her. His hand brushed against hers when he took her pencil to jot some notes down. The occasional nudge of his leg against her thigh under the table. Gojo was so close to her, he could wrap his arm around her and Utahime could lean into him if she wanted to. She didn’t dare, her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird. 

All of Utahime’s work got completed and it became late. Other students around the library were getting up to leave to go get dinner. She packed up her own things, almost disappointed that she didn’t have any more homework to do. 

“Thanks for helping,” she said as Gojo slung his bag over his shoulder. 

“My pleasure,” he said, and there was something about the way he was grinning now that made Utahime brace herself. “So what do you think?”

“About what?”

“Was that smooth enough for you?”

Utahime pursed her lips, realizing that she got so swept up in him helping her that she let her guard down. It was smooth, he did make her heart race, but Utahime wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Her enormous amount of pride came back to her now that there was distance between the two of them. 

She smiled at him as sweetly as she could. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

Maybe he bought it, maybe he didn’t but Utahime wasn’t about to be outplayed by a frat bro no matter how smart and nerdy he was. 

_____

It was shameful, really. 

Utahime hadn’t seen Gojo since that day in the library even though she made sure to make more appearances there. She told herself she didn’t care what he thought of her and she wasn’t going to let him wiggle his way into her mind and yet, there she was going to the library for the second time that day. She thought she’d see him more often there since he was studious. But as the days passed, it seemed more and more likely that was a one-time thing for him. He probably studied at his frat house, or the local coffee shops, or maybe he was so smart he didn’t need to study much at all. 

Worst of all, she still struggled with math. 

Gojo’s help got her through her midterm but since then, the new topics piled on fast and she was lost again. Not only was she looking for him because she admitted to herself that she found him attractive but she missed her math tutor. 

People weren’t as focused in the library this time of the semester too. Without the pressure of exams that made up large portions of final grades, the other students were more likely to goof around. Utahime glared at the table of rowdy freshmen boys next to her but they were too clueless to pick up on her signs of passive aggression. She made a point to slam her textbook shut in hopes they would notice and feel bad for making so much noise but they paid her no mind. 

She was there first, she shouldn’t have to be the one to move. But Utahime packed her stuff up anyway, making sure to keep casting the group of boys nasty looks until she made her way toward the stacks. She should’ve gone here first. There was a stricter policy on noise and fewer distractions but she felt like she was in a jail cell back there. 

Lining the wall of the stacks were small study nooks with enough room for two people to sit across from each other. Most of them already contained one person. She peered into each one as she passed them, hoping the next one would be empty until she reached one that made her stop in her tracks. Sitting with his head resting in his hands, messing his already messy hair up more, was Gojo pouring over his textbook. His pen was held loosely in his mouth as he read. 

He even was wearing his thick, boxy glasses but this time instead of a sweater, he wore a light blue button-down shirt. Utahime could see a small bit of his silver chain around his neck. He didn’t notice her at first because he had headphones on. It would be so easy for Utahime to keep walking and pretend like she didn’t notice him but this was the man she had been hoping to run into for weeks. And she had math homework to finish. 

Utahime slid into the seat across from him and Gojo looked up, smiling and taking the pen out of his mouth when he saw who it was. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered. 

“Utahime,” she corrected him, pulling out her textbook. “You’re still not that smooth.”

“I’ll have to keep trying,” he said and noticed which textbook she had pulled out. “You want more math help?”

“I don’t need help, I just need you to check my answers for me,” she said stubbornly. Check her answers and then teach her that last few weeks' worths of math units, that was all. 

Gojo put his pen down and leaned back in his seat. “What’s in it for me?”

“What do you mean?”

He gave an exaggerated sigh. “I compliment you, I spend hours doing your homework for you, and I even ditched the khakis for you.”

Utahime narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you in any humanities courses? I can help with those.”

“I have a 4.0 GPA,” he said and Utahime had been around enough cocky frat bros, nerdy or not, to know what he was angling for. But also, of course he had a 4.0. 

“What do you want?” she asked, wanting to force him to say it. Gojo nodded down at his crotch. “Really? In the library?”

He shrugged. “A dream of mine.”

“You really are a nerd,” she bit back but Utahime slid to her knees under the desk. 

Gojo’s eyes widened, sitting up straight and glancing down the aisle to see if anyone was coming. It surprised her just as much as it surprised him. She wouldn’t normally do something like this but she’s been thinking about him nonstop since the last time they met and she was serious about using him to get better grades. Walking past would be the only way someone would see since the other side of them was the wall and a small window. Utahime placed her hands on his thighs and felt him stiffen under her touch. At first, she thought he was just another asshole but his reaction to her made Utahime think that maybe he was all talk. 

“You don’t have to,” he said, alternating between looking down at her and looking up to see if anyone was coming. 

Utahime unzipped his pants and Gojo seemed to hold his breath. “No, you’re right. You’ve done so much for me, I wouldn’t have passed my midterm without you,” she said in a silky voice. Suddenly she ended up with all the power over him and Utahime was drunk off of it. 

“I don’t mind helping you. I don’t need anything in return, I was just being an asshole,” he babbled and despite his words, he was still willing to lift his hips for her so she could pull his pants and briefs down. 

His nervousness excited her, and Utahime clenched her thighs together. Gojo being inexperienced was another surprise to her and Utahime decided that perhaps, for a second time in knowing him, she had been too quick to judge him. She took him into her hand and pumped him slowly. His cock instantly grew hard. 

She looked up at him, making sure she was giving him the entire big brown doe eye experience. “I want to do this,” she whispered, and without taking her eyes off of him, she licked a firm stripe up the length of his cock to the tip. 

Utahime let her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, lapping up the precum that began to leak from it. Above her, he hissed, his hands gripping his own thighs. His hips squirmed and he let out a small whine that he quickly cut off. Being in the stacks, Gojo was forced to be quiet and Utahime knew that must be difficult for someone like him. 

She took him into her mouth and sucked, hollowing her cheeks and bringing her other hand to the base of his cock to cover the rest of him that didn’t fit in her mouth. Every tiny noise from him and the jerk of his hips encouraged her as she bobbed up and down his length. She breathed deeply through her nose, deciding to take the opportunity to show him how well she could take him by taking his cock as far as she could down her throat. 

When she felt him flex above her, Utahime pulled her mouth and hand off of him. Leaving his wet, flushed cock neglected. 

“Grab my textbook,” she whispered. Gojo didn’t argue, a shaky hand released his pants leg and reached for her textbook, dragging it towards himself. “Start reading the equations,” Utahime demanded. 

He looked at her in disbelief but Utahime wrapped her hand around his cock again, stroking it and gave him an encouraging nod. Since he loved math so much and she needed to study they could both benefit from this. 

Gojo cleared his throat. “Okay, uh. I’ll start with differentials.”

When he got through reading the first function, Utahime brought her mouth back to him. Rewarding him with another lap against the underside, tracing the vein that pulsed there. His breath hitched and his voice cracked when he read through the next one. And soon he stopped reading altogether, unable to focus on anything except her mouth on his cock. Trying to whisper through the equations without letting a moan slip out was impossible for him. 

“Is that too hard, baby?” Utahime cooed, her hand stroking his full length. “Why don’t you recite prime numbers for me instead.”

“Two,” he said, his voice shaky. “Three, five, ah fuck.”

Soon, the numbers stopped. Gojo’s breathing was labored and he bucked into her mouth, unable to help himself. Utahime relaxed her throat and with the combination of pumping him with her hand and sucking hard, Gojo spilled down her throat with a choke. His hand flew up to his mouth to muffle himself, his eyes squeezed shut and his glasses had slipped down his nose. Utahime swallowed and took his softening cock out of her mouth before pulling herself back into her seat across from him. 

Her knees ached from kneeling on the hard floor, especially since her knees were bare since she decided to wear a skirt that day. Gojo slumped in his seat looking unsure of what to say next. Utahime dragged the textbook back towards her. 

“So,” she began, like it was the start of a casual conversation and she hadn’t been sucking him off under the desk moments before. “My math homework.”

Gojo seemed to shake himself out of it, pulling his pants back up over his hips and taking one last glance down the aisle to make sure no one saw that. He nodded and held his hand out and Utahime handed him her half-finished homework for him to look over. For a moment, it was like nothing happened. 

He clicked his pen and made a few marks, passed it back to Utahime and she would try to make the corrections. But she couldn’t focus on her homework right then, not when Gojo was fiddling with his pen again, unintentionally emphasizing his long, lithe fingers. He was unusually quiet too. The last time he helped, he talked constantly about her homework, explaining every detail. 

Utahime’s pencil barely touched the paper when he spoke. “Do you think it’ll help if I sit on your side?” he asked, nodding in her direction. 

Each study nook had booth-style benches on either side of the desk that were designed for one person to sit on. With how big and tall Gojo was, she’d be crushed up against the wall and his leg would stick out in the aisle. Technically, he could fit but Utahime didn’t think it would make studying easier at all.   

But Utahime was curious about his angle. “You’re the tutor, I’ll defer to your suggestions.”

Gojo smiled at her, some of his usual confidence coming back. “Yeah?”

He got up, taking a moment to look down both ends of the side before sliding in next to her. As predicted, Utahime had to squish herself against the wall to make room for him, her legs pressed together tightly. He put an arm around her shoulder so she was flush against his side. Gojo took up so much room that Utahime was being enveloped by him.

“You like when I instruct you?” he asked, his mouth close to her ear. He smelled good too, a mix of fresh laundry and a faint citrusy scent.

“Yeah,” she breathed. 

Gojo was overwhelming. His hand not around her shoulders skimmed up her thigh, pushing her skirt up. Utahime thought for a moment he was going to touch her somewhere higher but then he pulled his hand out of her skirt and reached for her homework. He sat it down in front of her, slapping a pencil on top of the page. 

“Be a good student for me and finish your work.”

As soon as Utahime picked up the pencil and brought it to the page, Gojo snuck his hand back under her skirt. Utahime tensed up at first at the contact but relaxed after he began lazily tracing shapes onto her skin. She corrected the mistakes Gojo pointed out and moved on to the first blank question. He slid his hand up higher, fingers brushing against the edge of her panties. 

Utahime finished solving the problem, jotting the answer down below all the work she wrote out. She knew it was correct. After Gojo pointed out what was wrong with the others, she felt better about this one. Gojo pressed his lips to the side of her neck, making her grip the pencil harder. He kissed up the side until his mouth was close to her ear again, nipping at her earlobe. 

“Good girl, maybe you don’t need my help anymore.”

Utahime shook her head. “There’s still several weeks left in the semester.”

His finger slipped under the fabric of her panties, grazing the sensitive skin there. “You need me?”

“Yeah, I need you,” Utahime said, breathlessly. In more ways than one. Her math grade was at stake and her pussy was already drenched from sucking him off. Now that his fingers were touching her, she absolutely ached for him. 

“You want me?”

Utahime turned to look at him only to find that his blue eyes were already looking at her from over the rims of his glasses. His lips were only centimeters away from hers. She couldn’t help but glance down at his mouth for a moment. The brief thought occurred to her that she once again misjudged him. She thought maybe he was inexperienced when she was under the desk for him but now, with his arm draped around her holding her close and his lips near, Utahime decided that Gojo seemed to know what he was doing this entire time. 

“Yeah, I want you.”

Gojo’s mouth was on hers. He tasted sweet, his tongue sweeping across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to kiss him more deeply and as she did so, Gojo’s fingers traveled further into her panties. His index finger moved along the length of her slit before delving into her folds, collecting up her slick and then plunging inside her. Utahime gasped against his mouth and she felt him smile. 

Then he pulled away and Utahime nearly whined in protest. His finger was still deep inside her, her pussy clenching around it. She resisted the urge to rock her hips to try and get him to move it. 

Gojo tilted his head towards her homework. “You still have homework questions left.”

Utahime glared at him but brought the pencil back to the page a little too forcefully. Some of the graphite broke off. But she was able to work through the next problem, Gojo’s finger inside her, not moving. When she scratched out the final answer, Gojo shifted his hand so he could stuff a second finger inside her. The small amount of additional stretch was welcomed. 

“Finish your homework and I’ll let you cum,” he said gently. 

“I think this is meaner than what I made you do,” she said but obediently worked through the next question. 

Gojo kissed the side of her neck again, making it all the more difficult to focus. When she finished the problem, she expected another finger or maybe a swipe across her clit. Instead, he tutted his tongue and removed one of his fingers, her pussy ached from the loss. 

“That’s not right. You need to finish and it has to all be correct,” he said and Utahime nearly snapped the pencil in her hand. 

She aggressively erased a portion of her work, backing up to where she might’ve gone wrong. “You’re an asshole,” she gritted out through her teeth. 

“I’m a good tutor,” he said, planting another kiss against her neck. It made her pussy pulse and she huffed in frustration. “But yeah, I’m also a little bit of an asshole.”

Utahime corrected her mistake and completed the question which earned her his second finger again. The next one, he sunk a third finger in and Utahime needed him to start moving his fingers so badly. He grazed against her clit with the heel of his palm, small thrusts, twisting his wrist, Utahime was absolutely dripping now. Her panties soaked. But she diligently finished all the problems of the homework, breathing a sigh of relief when she made the last mark. 

“Good job,” he cooed in her ear, thrusting his fingers in and out. Utahime shifted her hips so she could meet his thrusts. “Smart and pretty. You’re so good for me.”

“Shut up,” Utahime panted. She was already wired tightly, having him edge her for that long she was right on the cusp of orgasming. 

He pushed his fingers all the way in again. “Be nice. I only tutor good girls.” 

Gojo picked up speed and her orgasm crashed into her. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, remembering where they were. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, clutching them tightly. His hand and wrist were soaked from her. Gojo pulled his fingers out from her and Utahime felt empty in their absence. 

He brought them up to his mouth and one by one, he stuck them in his mouth to taste her. 

“You’re something else, Utahime.”

She could say the same thing about him. 

_____

“I’m surprised you’re coming.”

Utahime tore her eyes away from the floor-length mirror she was sitting in front of while she finished her makeup. Shoko finished getting ready before her. An unlit cigarette held loosely between her fingers as she watched Utahime. It was Shoko’s apartment so Utahime couldn’t complain about it but she did wish her friend would give that up. 

“I always come with you,” Utahime said, turning back to the mirror to run the tip of her finger under her lip to swipe up any lipstick that was out of place. 

“You didn’t seem interested last time,” Shoko pointed out, referencing Utahime making her escape at the last frat party before it was even midnight. 

Utahime stood up and straightened out her skirt that barely covered her ass. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shoko.”

The end of the semester grew nearer and Utahime hadn’t been to a party since the one she went to with Shoko. And since then, Shoko had started a relationship with Suguru and Utahime didn’t want to be their third wheel. She also never disclosed the study sessions that she’d been having with Gojo either and didn’t know how to explain to her friend that having a nerd whisper math equations in her ear in the library got her off without sounding like a deviant. 

She was also sure Gojo was close with Suguru and wondered if he ever said anything to him but in the handful of times Utahime had seen Suguru, he never mentioned it or treated her any differently. To him, she was just his girlfriend’s best friend. Unaware that she was also the woman that Gojo had been tutoring in math regularly now. 

But Utahime had grown tired of the secret escapades in the depths of the stacks and wanted to have Gojo in a different setting. They simultaneously worked well together and bickered incessantly. But Utahime kept coming back for more and rather enjoyed the dynamic they had where they’d take turns being dominant over the other. They had yet to fuck each other though. Utahime could be convinced to do a few things under the table, hidden away in a dark corner of the library, but having him inside her was a line she didn’t want to cross in public. 

It wasn’t a crime to want to show off for him even though she wouldn’t admit to anyone that’s what she was doing. 

The women walked to the frat house and even though Utahime was a little more dressed up than she normally would for these things, she still wore comfortable shoes. The streetlights illuminated their path, it was already late at night. Utahime could hear the party before she could see the house, the music so loud it thundered through the walls. The windows were lit up in an array of colors from the lights flashing inside. And when they finally got to the front door, Utahime’s nose was filled with the familiar scent of weed, tobacco, and vape smoke. 

It was walking into chaos. Utahime scanned the crowd in hopes of finding a head of white hair but people were so close together, it was difficult to tell where someone ended and another person began. She let Shoko take her hand and lead her down the hallway. Shoko had someone to look for too. 

Utahime caught a glimpse of him by the beer pong tables but she had to do a double take because she hardly recognized him. She was so used to him wearing sweaters and collared shirts with his thickly rimmed glasses on that seeing him in his typical frat bro attire was throwing her off. His backward hat that flattened his messy hair and baggy t-shirt wasn’t doing it for her as his glasses did. 

He lifted his head and locked his gaze right on her like a target. For a brief moment, the sounds of the party melted away and he was the only one there. Utahime looked away, making sure she didn’t lose Shoko and the two of them were swallowed up by the crowd. 

There was a break in the sea and Utahime noticed Suguru first, leaning up against the wall with a cigarette between his lips. The end of it glowed red as he inhaled. He smiled when he noticed the two of them, beckoning them over. Shoko’s hand slipped from Utahime’s as she reached out to embrace Suguru. 

No sooner than the moment Utahime felt the loss of contact did another figure suddenly step in front of her, blocking her path. Like a predator lying in wait for unsuspecting prey. Utahime nearly crashed into him. Dyed blonde hair with his roots showing and a permanent arrogant grin plastered on his face, Utahime felt a sense of dread settle within her. Naoya Zenin was on her shortlist of people she never wanted to associate with. From a rival frat, she was sure he wasn’t even supposed to be there.  

“Dance with me,” he demanded. Utahime tried to push past him but he took a sidestep to keep blocking her from Shoko and Suguru. 

“Move.” Utahime glared at him but he wasn’t budging. 

He held out a red plastic cup filled with an unknown liquid. “Can’t let you walk around empty-handed.”

“Get on the roof and jump,” Utahime snapped. 

She could see Suguru over Naoya’s shoulder heading towards him, his brows knitted together and looking the most serious Utahime had ever seen him. He only took a couple of steps towards them when a fist flew in from her left side and connected with Naoya’s face with a sickening crunch that Utahime could even make out over the music. He fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, the drink splattering everywhere. 

“Ah, shit,” Gojo said, shaking out the hand he used to punch Naoya. The skin across his knuckle speckled with blood. “You alright?”

Utahime crossed her arms over her chest. “I had it handled. Kind of an extreme reaction, don’t you think?”

“When it comes to Zenin? Nah.”

Naoya got up shakily and someone else, another member of the frat, grabbed him by the collar and started pushing him towards the exit. 

“Are you okay?” Shoko asked with a worried expression. Utahime knew she was going to be beating herself up over letting go of her hand. Maybe even thinking that Utahime was going to leave the party now, swearing off them forever. 

She didn’t like when people worried over her or thought they needed to come to her rescue. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” Utahime insisted, waving them off. 

Suguru inspected Gojo’s hand. “You need to clean this.”

“Can’t clean it with one hand,” Gojo said, looking pointedly at Utahime. 

This wasn’t how Utahime wanted to introduce the idea to Shoko and Suguru that there was an existing connection between her and Gojo but after his brash display of masculinity, there wasn’t much she could do about that. She rolled her eyes and gestured for Gojo to lead her where they needed to go. Up the stairs where partygoers weren’t allowed to go since it was where the private rooms were. Utahime was also aware that to everyone else in attendance, it looked like she was following Gojo to hook up with him. 

His room was towards the end of the hall and Utahime expected it to be messy like a stereotypical frat bedroom. But she was pleasantly surprised at how picked up it was. The floors were clear at least, Gojo did own a lot of stuff. A bookshelf in the corner was so full of books, that the shelves were dipping under the weight. His desk was a little messy, all his physics work strewn across it. Figurines of little creatures and robots were weaved in between his things. The walls had a few posters related to space exploration and Utahime remembered him mentioning that he was taking a few astrophysics courses. 

The room was all his but he shared a bathroom with the room neighboring it. Gojo ran his hand under the sink while Utahime dug in the cabinet for first aid supplies. The bleeding subsided but his knuckles were already showing signs of bruising. Utahime laid out rubbing alcohol and bandages on the vanity. 

“Did you break anything?” she asked. 

Gojo flexed his fingers, closing them into a fist with a wince. “Don’t think so.”

“That was stupid.”

Gojo grinned at her. “I was waiting for an excuse to do that.”

The contrast between being in a room full of the belongings of someone studious and nerdy and then said person relishing in the frat life struck Utahime. She didn’t think he was insincere with either part, they were both very much Gojo. He wasn’t the type of person Utahime saw herself being attracted to and yet here she was in his bathroom, bandaging his bruised hand while wearing her shortest skirt. She dabbed a bit of rubbing alcohol on his knuckles, making him suck in a breath.  

“Why did you join a frat?” she asked. 

Gojo shrugged. “Looks good on a resume.” A rehearsed response, a logical one but Utahime knew he liked the energy and being surrounded by all the people. 

“Hm,” she hummed, reaching up to remove the hat from his head. She set it down on the vanity and ran her fingers through his hair. Gojo leaned into her touch. “I think I like the glasses better.”

“Want me to put them on?”

Utahime dropped her hand and moved to leave the bathroom, looking over her shoulder at him. “Up to you.”

It was an invitation and Utahime was buzzing with anticipation. The first time she was with him behind a private closed door and she hoped he picked up on her hint. She sat down on the edge of his bed while listening to him open the drawer of his vanity and shuffle around. Taking his contacts out so he could put his glasses on because he’s never denied her anything. Eager to please her. As he should be. 

Gojo re-emerged with his thick square glasses on and settled himself between her legs, leaning over her. Utahime tilted her head back and he was close enough to kiss her. 

“The glasses do it for you?”

Utahime hooked a finger under the silver chain he wore around his neck. “The glasses, the math equations, your little robot figures.”

“They’re actually called mechs,” he corrected.

“That’s nice, dear,” she said, pulling on the chain to bring their lips together. 

Gojo moved his mouth against hers for a couple of beats before pulling back, some of her lipstick staining his skin. “The difference between mechs and robots is that mechs need to be controlled while robots can be fully autonomous.” 

“Well, they look lovely next to their pets,” Utahime said, referring to the other creatures. 

“My Digimon figures?”

“Sure.” She captured his mouth again, intent on sliding her tongue into his mouth. 

Gojo pulled away again. “Some people claim that Pokémon is better but I disagree. I think the Digimon anime storyline is more complex.”

“Gojo,” Utahime sighed. “Just fuck me.”

“Don’t rush me, I’m working on it,” he said with a light laugh, cupping her face with his good hand and brought their mouths together again. “I’m a little nervous.” 

His admission made Utahime’s stomach flip and she responded by kissing him harder. It didn’t take much to push Utahime on her back with Gojo tumbling after her. Her hands found the bottom of his shirt, dragging it up his back to take it off. Gojo only removed his mouth from hers so he could shake it off all the way. Utahime’s hands traced the firm, lean muscle that he had hidden underneath. His body was as nice as she had imagined.  

He dropped his head to her neck, his uninjured hand sliding up her body to grasp her breast through the thin material of her crop top. Gojo kissed and sucked his way down all her exposed skin, skipping over the fabric of her shirt to kiss her stomach. Utahime ran her fingers through his soft hair until he reached the waistband of her skirt. He pulled her towards the edge of the bed with his good hand and knelt on the floor. 

“Leave the glasses on,” she said when Gojo adjusted them on his face, afraid he was going to take them off. 

“Just for you,” he said and kissed the inside of her thigh.

He tried to drag down her panties but it was difficult with only one hand. Utahime undid her skirt and shoved all of it down for him in one motion, not caring how eager for him it made her look. She wanted him badly and his earnest expression between her legs only heightened her need for him. Gojo’s thumb gently traced up the length of her slit and then he leaned forward to place a kiss on her clit that made Utahime jerk. 

Gojo flattened his tongue against her, lapping at and letting his tongue slip between her folds to lick at her core. Utahime tried to keep still, but her hips squirmed on their own accord. He was sloppy, eating her out like a meal and Utahime could feel her own wetness coat the inside of her thighs. Gojo brought his fingers to her pussy, letting his chin rest on the heel of his palm as he slipped two of them inside while sucking on her clit. 

Utahime gripped the sheets under her tightly. He pumped his fingers inside her, swirling his tongue all over her. His injured hand resting on her thigh, useless but he didn’t need it. Utahime pushed her hands up under her bra to grab and squeeze her own tits since Gojo couldn’t do it for her. Her thumbs swiped over her nipples while she pushed her pussy more firmly into his face. 

Gojo crooked his fingers inside her in a beckoning motion, stroking her from the inside. Utahime wanted to scream or cry, it felt so good. Pleasure bubbled up in her core and she could feel herself getting close, she just needed a little more. Gojo swirled his fingers around the entrance of her pussy, sliding his tongue over her clit. Her nerves were on fire, her cunt aching for him.  

“ Fuck!” Utahime exclaimed, her pelvic muscles tightening and her legs shook around his head while he continued to lap at her through her orgasm. 

When he raised his head, Utahime could see that his mouth and chin were soaked from her and his glasses were fogged up. With one hand he undid his belt, pulling the zipper of his jeans. He struggled a little to push his pants down. Utahime sat up and did it for him, looking up at him because she knew he couldn’t resist how innocent her big brown eyes looked. He was fully hard for her, the tip shiny with precum. Gojo kicked his pants off the rest of the way before reaching into his nightstand and pulling out a condom. 

He held it out for her. “Put it on me, baby.”

Utahime ripped open the packet and placed the condom on the head of his cock, rolling the latex down his length until he was fully covered. She fell back on the bed and Gojo followed her, placing his knee on the mattress before covering her with his body. His arms came up above her head, caging her in. Utahime reached in between them and lined his cock up with her entrance. 

The silver chain he wore dangled in her face, swinging back and forth as he nudged his cock forward. Utahime let her legs fall open for him, to give him as much room as possible to slide into her. She was already warmed up from having him eat her out but his thick cock still made it a bit of a stretch for her. Gojo let out a shaky exhale when he was fully seated inside her. 

He pulled out a little before thrusting back inside and Utahime’s nails dug into his back. Utahime could think of nothing else but him. He was everywhere around her and inside her. His dick delved in so deep, she could easily forget where she was and the fact that an entire party was going on downstairs. Her legs locked around his back, wanting to keep him pressed against her forever. 

Gojo’s face was nuzzling her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “You feel so good. I’ve wanted you so bad.”

She let one of her hands slide up his back to tangle her fingers in his hair, holding his head to her. His thrusts were growing erratic, pushing in deep one moment and then a succession of short, quick ones. Utahime rocked her hips down on him, meeting his thrusts while he moaned and whined into her neck. Her pussy swallowed his cock, sucking him in. She loved making him feel good, loved seeing him so desperate for her. Like she was all he could ever want in life. 

She could feel his cock pulsing as he gave one last thrust, holding himself there while he came. He collapsed on top of her, his skin sticky with a sheen of sweat. Utahime stroked his back and his hair while he caught his breath. Gojo lifted his head, his glasses completely askew, nearly slipping off his nose and still fogged up. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shining with an emotion that made Utahime’s stomach swoop and want to pull him closer. 

Utahime didn’t want to get up, she was so content under his heavy, warm body. But a little bit of sense came back to her and she and Gojo were gone far too long to only bandage his hand. She nudged him a little so he’d release her and she could slip out from under him. Gojo still looked a little dazed. 

“We need to go back,” she explained, gathering up her clothes and moving to use the bathroom first. Gojo groaned in protest but he got up to clean himself off too, not bothering to put his contacts back in or his hat on. 

The party was as lively as it was when the two of them retreated upstairs. Shoko and Suguru were easy to locate and Utahime felt a small tinge of guilt at the idea that they’d been waiting around for them. She was leaning against Suguru while he had his arm around her, his hand stroking her arm. 

“Shoko doesn’t feel well,” he said when Utahime approached them. “Do you want me to take you home too?”

Utahime looked back at Gojo for a moment. She really didn’t want to spend the night in a frat house even if it was with Gojo and she didn’t want to abandon her friend. 

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow at the library,” Gojo said, reading the reluctance on her face to leave him. 

Shoko perked up at the new information but didn’t say anything right away. Utahime gave Gojo a quick wave goodbye and Suguru went ahead of them to pull his car around to the front. Shoko leaned against Utahime now while the girls waited for Suguru to pull up. She was close enough to her that she didn’t need to raise her voice to speak over the party. 

“So that’s why you’ve been spending so much time at the library.”

Utahime knew she had been caught and while she was fine with omitting details, she could never outright lie to Shoko. “He’s been tutoring me in math.”

“That’s all?” Shoko asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Utahime ran her tongue over her teeth. “He’s been teaching me a few other things too.”

“Do those lessons have to do with the fact that your lipstick is smeared all over your chin?” Shoko asked, a small knowing smile on her face. 

“Fine. We’re seeing each other.” Utahime conceded, crossing her arms. A noncommittal answer since Utahime still didn’t know quite how to explain the nature of their relationship. 

Shoko tilted her head back towards the party. “Go back inside, I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not really sick.”

It was Utahime’s turn to smile, knowing that Shoko had similar ideas as her about how she wanted to spend the night. Utahime wrapped Shoko in a tight hug, promising to meet up with her tomorrow so the two could share stories, and rushed back into the jungle that was the frat house.  

Gojo hadn’t gone far and Utahime snuck up behind him, her hands snaking across his stomach to hug him from behind. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get close enough to his ear. He turned towards her, unable to hide his elation when he saw she went back for him.  

“I think I’m ready for my next lesson now.”