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Gojo knew he was in for a ride that night when he caught the way Utahime sucked in a breath and turned away from him to demand a shot from Ijichi. He could pick out her moods in seconds, and while he might not know exactly what would happen, he could guess the direction. He’d only just strolled into Mei Mei’s house for her birthday party, twenty minutes late, and Utahime was already taking shots.
He didn’t even bother hiding his smile.
“Sorry I’m late,” Gojo said as he took off his jacket and hung it with the rest.
Shoko, who was sipping on a beer, hummed. “Sure you are.”
He looked around, scoping out the party real quick to see who was in attendance. The majority of them were sorcerers, some of them foreign, but there were a few non-sorcerers sprinkled in here and there. All of them had the right connections, of course. Mei Mei wouldn’t invite anyone to her birthday party that she couldn’t get something out of, including him. Utahime was talking to Nanami, her stiff back turned to them.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
Gojo grinned at the beautiful woman beside him, casually throwing an arm over her shoulders. “Of course, doll.”
Anita was the perfect date for an event like this. Beautiful, well-dressed, a decent conversationalist, and not from around here. While her father was a sorcerer from Japan, she’d grown up mostly out of the country with her mother. She had a minimal amount of cursed energy, but worked in the fashion industry. She couldn’t quite break into modeling, but she still had the looks. Tall, thin, light-haired, green eyes, wearing a dress that couldn’t be described as skimpy but still an eye-catcher.
She’d be gone in two weeks. He never bought someone long-lasting for these things. That wasn’t the point. No one blinked when he brought a different date around. They’d learned not to use names, just as he rarely did, smiling blandly and shaking their hands as if they hadn’t played this game before.
Utahime was always so painfully nice to them, even when they weren’t always nice to her.
“Why don’t you get yourself something to drink?” Gojo suggested. “I promise Ijichi won’t bite. He’ll be too afraid to look anywhere but your face.”
“A shame,” Anita laughed, and then she was off, sauntering away and commanding attention from everyone in the room. Still had that model walk, he supposed.
Shoko slurped on her beer. “She’s charming.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gojo dismissed, leaning to the side to look around her.
“Could you ease up on her tonight?” Shoko sighed.
Gojo paused, glancing back at his friend. “Hm? What?”
“Don’t play the idiot card,” Shoko huffed. “The last time you brought a date, the woman made some wild comments about Utahime’s scar, and I won’t let her stop me from kicking their ass this time.”
“That won’t happen again,” Gojo reassured her, because it wouldn’t. The women he brought as dates tended to be prickly with Utahime for some reason, but that last one had crossed a line that not even Gojo would dare. The fresh scar that marred Utahime’s face was a fragile subject, but his date had said quite a few things that put everyone on edge. He’d been half in mind to teleport her somewhere and leave her, but only Utahime’s quiet response to not bother had stopped him.
“Good,” Shoko mumbled, “because I can’t promise Suguru won’t scare the shit out of her if she says anything.”
Fuck, she was right. Out of all of them, Utahime had every right to tell him off, but she’d said nothing. She hadn’t even badmouthed the other woman after she was gone. No, it was Suguru, his best friend, who tore him a new one, ripping into him so viciously that Gojo had been genuinely startled. He was so used to Suguru being on his side and lenient with his ridiculous behavior, sometimes even joining him, that he could forget how protective he was.
Not that Utahime needed his protection – she would be the first one to tear into Suguru if he suggested as such – but, well, they were all a little more tender when it came to her, even him, especially after the attack.
Eventually, Gojo joined up with Anita again, introducing her to Mei Mei and handing over the expertly wrapped and expensive gift. He was always tempted to give money, but Mei Mei liked her theatrics. Even Anita gasped at the bracelet, no doubt aware of how pricey it was, but he waved it off like it was nothing. Little presents like this helped ensure loyalty. It was more of a bribe than a birthday present, which both he and Mei Mei knew.
Throughout the night, he kept trying to catch Utahime, hoping to introduce her, but she was deftly avoiding him. At least, it certainly felt like she was dodging all of his attempts to meet her. Every time he left a conversation to find her, she was already with someone else. Any subtle attempts to get closer to her were ruined whenever she moved on to someone else in the room.
He was usually pretty good at hiding this game, but his sunglasses gave him away more than the blindfolds, which was how Anita caught him looking around. “Is everything okay? You seem distracted.”
“Hard not to be when you’re here,” Gojo quipped before leaning in to kiss her softly.
Behind her, he caught sight of Utahime stiffening, the grip on her glass of champagne tightening, but before she could flee the room, someone else stepped up right behind her, resting a hand on the small of her back. Like it belonged there, like it was perfectly normal.
Suguru.
Gojo’s stomach did a flip as he watched the way Suguru touched Utahime. He could barely pretend to listen to the conversation between Anita and Mei Mei. They were talking to Nanami and two other sorcerers from the Anui Company. Probably trying to recruit them, if Gojo had to guess, but Utahime all but belonged to the Higher Ups and Nanami was stubbornly independent. Suguru remained slightly behind Utahime, his hand keeping her in place, his thumb rubbing comforting circles.
The sight brought a strange sensation over Gojo, his blood sizzling and his mind buzzing.
Everything came to a head when he watched as Suguru leaned in close to whisper something into Utahime’s ear, and he caught a glimpse of her profile as she turned to look up at him. A light dusting of blush coated her cheeks, and her lips parted slightly as if the words were stolen from her mouth.
What the hell had Suguru said to her?
“Gojo?”
He looked ahead, smiling as he readjusted his sunglasses, then dove headfirst into a conversation about Anita’s business idea about specializing in clothing for sorcerers. Like he’d been paying attention the whole time and not staring down his best friend touching Utahime so intimately.
Unfortunately, fifteen minutes later, when he looked around, neither Utahime nor Suguru was anywhere to be found in the main room. No matter – Mei Mei’s place was quite expansive, so there were other rooms they could’ve drifted to, maybe the kitchen to get another drink or the dining room for more food.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Gojo said, slipping away before Anita could say anything and ignoring the pointed smile Mei Mei shot him.
He checked the kitchen first, figuring Utahime would go for another drink, but only a handful of people were milling about the island. When he peered into the dining room, they weren’t in there either. It was chilly outside, but they could’ve stepped out back on the veranda. He could see Utahime needing some air or space, so Suguru would suggest that and stay with her to be courteous.
Honestly, Gojo didn’t see what the big deal was. This was just a game, and they all knew it. She could’ve brought one of her boyfriends, but she never did, at least not when she knew Gojo was going to be there. The first and only time, back when she was twenty-two, had been utterly disastrous, even in his opinion. The gods knew he couldn’t control his mouth at eighteen.
Nonetheless, when Gojo stepped outside, he found it empty. He paused for a moment, looking at the half moon and wondering what the hell kind of game Suguru was playing. Because that was what it had to be. He was still pissed off about the last girl Gojo brought around, so now he was putting on this show and helping Utahime navigate the room around him.
“I’m warning you, Satoru. The only reason I didn’t kick you both out was because of Utahime, but I won’t be nearly as forgiving again.”
That was the last thing Suguru had said to him before hanging up. They’d talked, worked, and even hung out together since then, so Gojo assumed they were past that bridge. He’d learned his lesson. He wouldn’t let anyone talk to her like that again. It hadn’t been fun for anyone in the end, and the whole point of this was to pick at Utahime’s armor until she finally broke and admitted she wanted him.
But it was kind of hard to do that if he couldn’t find her.
With a frustrated sigh, he stepped back inside and made his way to the master bathroom. He wasn’t about to use one of the smaller ones. Whatever. He’d wash up, grab something to eat, and rejoin the party. Short of leaving early, which he knew she wouldn’t do because it was Mei Mei’s birthday, she couldn’t avoid him forever.
This far into the house, the party was little more than a distant murmur, but his mind was still flooded with multiple questions. Distracted as he was, he almost made the mistake of walking into the bathroom, only to notice when he was reaching for the handle that the door was partially open and the light was on.
And, judging from the two voices coming from inside, it was very much occupied.
Gojo’s breath hitched in his chest when he immediately recognized the voices as Suguru and Utahime. Momentarily stupefied by finding them accidentally, it took him a moment to understand what they were saying. For a second, he considered bursting inside unannounced, knowing it would send Utahime into a spiral, but then he stopped himself to listen, and he froze.
“You don’t need to do this, Suguru,” Utahime was saying. “I’m fine, honestly. I shouldn’t let it get to me anymore.”
“You think I’m doing this for you? I’m touched that you think I’m that kind.”
“What are you here for then?”
There was a pause that had Gojo’s heart seizing in his chest, and then Suguru said, “I wish I could say I’m doing this mostly for you, but I’m too selfish to be entirely altruistic.”
Even though he knew it was a bad idea, after making sure he had a tight cap on his cursed energy, Gojo slid just enough to peer through the opening of the door. Just as he knew, Utahime and Suguru were inside the lavish, brightly lit bathroom. Utahime was facing the mirror, hands grasping the edges of the marble sink, while Suguru stood behind her. But he wasn’t just standing there. He was brushing her dark hair over her shoulders and slipping the strap of her dress down to replace its touch with his lips.
Gojo could only stare in a mixture of shock, fury, and arousal as Utahime closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, just enough to give Suguru easy access to her neck. He planted a trail of kisses up her shoulder to her exposed neck, sucking gently on her pulse point, not hard enough to leave a mark but intentional nonetheless. Gojo could hear the way her breathing changed, shuddering and light, stuck watching her grip on the sink loosen as she melted back into Suguru.
“It’s not fair to you,” Utahime murmured.
“As if I’m not getting anything out of this,” Suguru chuckled in between kisses over her neck. One hand rested on her hip, holding her instead of keeping her in place, while his other hand slowly roamed over her side and up her stomach. “Like I’m not the one who gets to fuck you while he’s out there playing a game.”
Suguru’s words struck Gojo like a punch to the gut. Considering he wasn’t used to physical blows, Gojo was acutely aware of his breath trapped in his lungs, but nothing could convince him to turn on his heels and walk away. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t, relegated to watching on the sidelines as Suguru felt up Utahime and continued to kiss an upward path. Once he reached her cheek, he let go of her hip and grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her head to turn he could capture her lips in a searing kiss.
This wasn’t a game, not one bit. If it were a game, Gojo had already lost, the unfamiliar taste bitter on his tongue.
When Suguru cupped one of her breasts over her dress, the tiniest of whimpers slipped from her lips into his, and he pulled away just enough to breathe out a swear. “No bra?”
“I-I couldn’t wear one without it showing,” Utahime insisted, sounding as weak as she looked. Her knees almost buckled as she tried to kiss Suguru again, but if his grip on her wasn’t tight enough to keep her standing, his body pressing hers against the sink did the trick.
“Are you trying to drive us mad?” Suguru asked, close to accusing. “Got every man in here ogling you–”
She nipped at his lip, bringing him back in for another kiss. “Careful. You sound jealous.”
“Maybe I am.”
Utahime stilled, pulling back and blinking as she searched Suguru’s hard expression. “Suguru…” She reached up, brushing her fingers over his face, and he leaned into her touch. “I don’t…”
“You don’t need to say anything.” Suguru turned his head enough to kiss the palm of her hand. “Besides, it’s hard for me to feel jealous when I’m in here with you and he’s stuck out there with that random girl.”
“Be nice,” Utahime told him, probably out of reflex.
“I’m trying. It’s an acquired skillset I’m still learning.”
“She seems fine.”
Suguru snorted. “Fine.” With his hold still on her jaw, he turned her head so that she was forced to look straight ahead at her reflection. “How can anyone settle for that when you’re right here? Look at you, Utahime. It fucking kills me thinking about how wasted you are.”
Utahime’s face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily as she stared into the mirror. “Then don’t waste me now.”
Out of the two of them, Suguru had always been the better listener, especially as they’d grown older. He would still have his rebellious moments – that came with the level of power he had and destruction he was capable of – but he must have figured out the key when it came to Utahime. He’d learned to listen to her, at least where it counted, which was why he was the one pulling up the hem of her dress so he could touch her cunt instead of Gojo.
She had to grab the sink again as Suguru stroked her between the legs. From this angle, Gojo couldn’t tell if Suguru was petting her over her underwear or if he was touching her directly, and the soft noises they were making were too loud for him to hear if she was wet or not. But he could picture it. Rubbing her clit until her underwear was soaked, then pushing it aside to pass a finger through her slippery folds before dipping into her cunt.
From the gasps and whimpers tumbling from her lips, it must’ve felt good. Gojo had always thought himself better with his hands, but if Utahime was coming undone from just Suguru’s touch alone, maybe he’d underestimated his best friend. They used to talk about the girls they hooked up with, but now that Gojo thought about it, Suguru hadn’t brought up anyone in a while.
And no wonder, considering the way he was yanking the top of Utahime’s dress down enough for her perfect tits to spill out.
Even though Suguru’s body blocked most of Utahime from his sight, the angle of the mirror gave him another damning chance to watch. Her pretty pink lips hung open as Suguru brought her to peak, drawing a whine from her and forcing her back into an arch. Gojo knew the exact moment when Utahime tipped over: her body shuddered as she reached back to grab Suguru by the thigh, a wordless cry pouring from her mouth. Suguru had his face buried in the crook of her neck, probably fighting the urge to sink his teeth into her.
Gojo didn’t know if he’d be able to have that much reserve, but perhaps fingerfucking her in a bathroom with all their friends and a bunch of other sorcerers was enough to sate him.
As she started to come down from the orgasm, Gojo found his ability to breathe again. He blinked and glanced down, noting, with a sense of dread, that he was painfully hard. It was a surprise that he’d managed to keep a lid on his cursed energy. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed to be seen or even angry at catching them. He was simply at a complete loss. Out of all the scenarios, he had never expected to find Suguru and Utahime together like this.
“Turn around?” Suguru asked, sounding more like the boy of his youth, a boy with a hopeless crush on a girl leagues above him. “I know we normally do this from behind, so you can–”
“No, I–” Utahime hesitated.
So she could what? Gojo wanted to demand. So she could what? Pretend it was someone else? Pretend it was him?
Or was that just his ego trying to pick up the pieces and form them into something recognizable?
“I want to see you,” Utahime finished.
Suguru let both his hands rest on her hips, his touch light enough to allow her to turn in his grasp, fluid like water. Once she was facing him, she cupped his face, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a kiss so sweet and soft that Gojo’s stomach turned.
“We don’t have much time,” Suguru pointed out.
The second she nodded, he used his grip on her hips to lift her onto the edge of the sink counter and began to make quick work of his belt and pants. When she pulled up her dress and wiggled out of her soaked panties, Gojo caught the briefest of glimpses of her pussy before Suguru blocked it by stepping between her legs. It took all of Gojo’s strength to stop himself from moaning. That sight would haunt him until the rest of his days, burned in his memory. At least he couldn’t see Suguru sinking his cock into her, or that would’ve surely cursed him.
Utahime clutched Suguru’s shoulders, whining as Suguru filled her. He moved in increments, fucking into her somehow slowly but also with a sense of urgency. His hands held her firmly, dragging her further to the edge so he could thrust deeper into her. It seemed to take Suguru ages to fill her to the brim, much to Gojo’s agony, but when his hips were finally flush with hers, he let out a pained groan.
“Fuck,” Utahime moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as he dragged himself partially out of her. “You’re so much.”
“And yet your little pussy takes me every fucking time,” Suguru replied as he slammed back into her.
Dimly, over the muffled sound of their fucking and the roaring of blood in his ears, Gojo came to the horrible realization that he hadn’t seen Suguru put on a condom. Where would he have gotten one anyway? His wallet? Would he have been able to presume that much about how his night with Utahime would go? This wasn’t the first time they’d fucked, that much he knew for sure, but was it the first time they’d had sex without a condom?
Holy fuck, Suguru was fucking Utahime raw in a place where anyone, not just him, could stumble across them. And she was letting him do it. Utahime was allowing him to sink his cock into her repeatedly, completely bare. Suguru wasn’t nice or gentle about it either. His thrusts were intense, bordering on cruel, but Utahime took it so well. Her hands were planted on the counter, but her elbows shook with every thrust, the back of her head falling against the mirror and messing up her hair.
He was never going to recover from this. It fucked him up to his core, leaving him a ruined and mangled mess. Had it been anyone else, he might’ve bounced back, but Suguru?
I’m warning you, Satoru.
Was this what he meant? Had he fucked Utahime by then or after? Maybe that night before he made the call. Suguru had been the one to take her home after Satoru told his date they were leaving through gritted teeth, and it would’ve been the perfect payback, even if he was never meant to know.
Slumped against the mirror and holding herself up with one hand, Utahime snaked her other hand between them, no doubt to touch herself, but Suguru brushed her hand aside and said, “Let me.” Her eyelids fluttered, and she cried out when Suguru touched her clit, louder than before. Gojo sucked in a breath. There was a chance someone could’ve heard that, which was probably why Suguru added, “Cover your mouth.”
Utahime nodded, lifting a shaky hand over her mouth to muffle more cries and whimpers. Suguru’s expression was fierce – not angry, just intense, sweat beading at his temples. He was concentrating hard, focusing on the way their bodies were joining together, but Gojo could see him slipping fast. With Utahime growing closer to a second orgasm and her walls spasming around him, it was probably taking everything in him not to cum too soon. She had to feel fucking amazing. Suguru was clenching his jaw, squeezing her thigh tight, grunting and biting back loud groans of his own.
But with them both trying desperately to be quiet, Gojo could hear it now – the sound of their fucking, wet and sloppy – sending his heart into a erratic beat. Even if she was tight, with how soaked she was now, Suguru’s cock was sliding in and out of her so easily, reaching a spot so deep inside her that Utahime was in tears as she came again, her makeup threatening to be ruined.
“Shit, I’m–” Suguru’s jaw flexed. “Where–?”
And then, Utahime said something that caused Gojo’s heart to drop into the pit of his stomach.
“Inside me.”
“Fuck, Utahime,” Suguru groaned. “Are you sure?”
“We-We’ve been gone too long,” Utahime gasped, her words coming out in stammers as Suguru chased his end hard and fast. “We can’t leave a mess.”
Oh, Suguru was going to make a mess of her, just one that wouldn’t be visible to the unknowing eye. But Gojo would know. He would know when the two of them returned to the party, clothes and hair fixed. He would know that Utahime had allowed Suguru to desecrate her damn near in public, and she was walking around with her pussy filled with his cum. And it would kill Gojo. He wouldn’t be able to say a damn thing, but he’d know.
And he knew the exact moment when Suguru came. It came from sharing dorm rooms next to each other with too thin of walls, the intimate knowledge of what the other sounded like when they got themselves off. As teenage boys, it was to be expected. Sometimes, it took very little for him to get off. A hot model in a magazine, an older woman inappropriately flirting with him, one time Shoko that had him unable to look at her staight for a week, Utahime a lot of the time. Had it been the same for Suguru?
It didn’t sound much different now as he buried his cock deep into Utahime’s pussy and spent his mess in her with a groan. She grabbed his shirt, pulling herself upright and pressing her lips against his. Suguru wrapped one of his hands around the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. They kissed like that for a while, swallowing each other’s errant noises, until finally the two of them stilled.
When they pulled back, Suguru was panting heavily and Utahime was trembling, but they didn’t pull away from each other, leaving themselves joined for a little longer. Suguru opened his eyes first, his dark gaze landing on her flushed face, and then Utahime’s followed, eyes fluttering open to look back at him.
That was what finally knocked Gojo off his feet and forced him to stumble away from the bathroom: the look on Utahime’s face as she gently rubbed her lipstick off Suguru’s lips with her thumb. He’d seen her make a thousand faces over the years, but he’d never seen her look like that before.
The first thing he did upon returning to the party was go into the kitchen as pour himself a shot. An alarmed look flashed across Ijichi’s face and even Nanami started to say something in protest, but Gojo took the shot, almost gagging, and then slammed the empty glass down so hard that it nearly shattered. He could tell his friends were confused, even concerned, but they were smart enough not to say anything.
Gojo huffed out a breath and rubbed his face. He was still struggling with his arousal over what he’d witnessed, but fortunately, an overwhelming wave of shame and horror was enough to distract him. He couldn’t believe what just happened. Hell, he was positive that if he told Ijichi and Nanami, they wouldn’t believe him either. Suguru and Utahime hooking up behind everyone’s backs? No way. Shoko would cut off his balls for messing with her like that. She barely tolerated Gojo’s flirtatious games.
Except that wasn’t a game, not for Suguru.
He couldn’t stay in here any longer, but to be honest, Gojo wasn’t sure how much longer he could last here. All he could think about was the look on Utahime’s face as she came undone. Her breasts spilled out the front of her dress, the skirt hiked up past her hips, panties hanging by a thread on her kitten heels.
But if he made up an excuse to leave or continued to act like this, then he most definitely lost. He couldn’t let this get the best of him. Even if Suguru had won on some level, Gojo couldn’t lose. He’d suffered worse blows and managed to bounce back. He could do this. Putting on a mask was easy. He did it every day.
And so, after fixing his hair, Gojo looked over to Ijichi and Nanami. “Getting a call from those old bastards is a sure way to kill my mood.”
A look of understanding passed between Ijichi and Nanami. Ah, they thought, Gojo must’ve slipped away to take a call from the Higher Ups, who they all know he famously loathed. They alone could put him in the sourest of moods, especially if they interrupted him during what little free time he had. Nanami passed him a soda, which he gladly took, and Gojo stepped out, sipping on the drink.
He was only a little annoyed when Anita found him. She wasn’t nearly as good of a distraction as he’d hoped.
Soon enough, Gojo noticed that Suguru and Utahime were back in the main room, though they weren’t standing near each other. Suguru was ribbing Kusakabe about something, and Utahime was chatting with Shoko, fiddling with her hair here and there. If the mirror hadn’t messed it up, Suguru certainly had. Nonetheless, she looked put together, makeup fixed and dress in place, a light smile on her face as Shoko said something.
She didn’t look at all like Suguru had fucked the shit out of her in the bathroom.
Gojo was alone when Suguru found him some time later, appearing at his side like an apparation. He was holding a glass of iced whiskey while Gojo was nursing another soda, already regretting the shot. Liquor fucked with his Six Eyes. That had to be the explanation for the building headache.
“You good?” Suguru asked.
“Peachy,” Gojo replied.
“Where’s your date? Rita?” Fuck, he hadn’t even introduced Anita to his best friend. Well, no chance of that now.
Gojo shrugged. “Bathroom.”
They were quiet for a moment, looking across the room. Gojo didn’t even bother hiding the fact that he was looking at Utahime. Suguru would’ve been able to see right through him. He always had. That was probably why this whole thing was messing him up in the first place. Suguru knew Gojo better than everyone, which meant he knew what this whole thing was about.
That hadn’t stopped him.
“So,” Suguru said, “did you learn your lesson?”
A slower, more insidious seed of realization bloomed in Gojo’s mind as he slowly turned to face Suguru. His best friend met his gaze directly, not looking away as he sipped on his drink.
He’d known. Fuck, he’d known Gojo was there. He’d known Gojo could see them, and he still–
“I did warn you,” Suguru told him. “You were too busy playing around to realize she didn’t have the heart for it anymore.”
His eyes flickered to Utahime, the sound of her laughter catching his attention. She was softer now, more at ease, no longer holding herself tensely in preparation of an attack from him. It didn’t matter anymore. Suguru had taken care of it, erasing all her fears and insecurities with a single semi-public fuck in a friend’s bathroom. She must’ve felt his gaze on her because for the first time tonight, she glanced back and caught eyes with him, but she didn’t look away immediately, meeting him for a bit before smiling back at Shoko.
She hadn’t just stolen the ball from him. She’d chucked it entirely out the window.
Clapping him on the shoulder, Suguru admitted, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not so sure I’m going to come out of this a winner either.”
“Why?” Gojo asked, his voice hoarse. “Why do it then?”
“I didn’t want to waste the opportunity to have what can’t be mine.” Suguru offered him a smile, not pitying but understanding. “I’m known for craving things I shouldn’t.”
Gojo turned to look at Utahime again, watching the way she brushed her hair over her ear to reveal her scar, a total opposite to her behavior over the past few months. He knew a thing or two about craving. He wondered if Utahime did, or if Suguru was able to sate it for now.