GoUta Week 2023

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Gojo shoves his way through the crowd when a hand suddenly grasps his and leads him away with purpose.  As they break away from the crowd, Utahime turns to him.

“There’s a bathroom attendant, we’re going to pretend we’re not together so you go first, leave the door unlocked and I'll follow when they’re not looking.”  

Gojo nods dumbly at the plan of attack, not arguing when Utahime shoves him in the back of the line for the bathroom.  The lighting is dim and music blaring, the bustle of people going in and out made the perfect cover for nefarious activities.  Utahime, exceedingly impatient when drinking, decided to use this to her advantage.  Bringing her right hand under his sports jacket, her fingers begin to possessively trace his abdomen just above his belt buckle.  When he begins to turn to face her, she pinches his side, hard. 

“Face fucking forward, kouhai.  And don’t make a fucking sound. Understand me?”  She hisses lowly in his ear, which is not much of an effort now due to her heels.  Gojo dumbly nods once more, frozen in his tracks as she continued her ministrations.

Her hand glides down to his crotch, her fingers caressing the outline of his growing erection but when she begins to thumb the head of his cock through his pants, a soft, whiny whimper escapes his lips.  She brings her own lips back to his ear; breath hot, tone husky.

“Have I ever told you what a tasty-looking snack you are?  One I just want to unwrap, lick up and down and shove straight into my mouth?” She begins to apply more force with her hand, practically cupping him. “Sometimes- when it’s so good, so delicious, I forget to bite- i just have to swallow it completely whole .”

Gojo did his best to muffle a strained groan, biting his bottom lip-  it was too much, she was too much.  There was no way he was going to last.

She pulled her hand back as they approached the front of the line, adding a few inches of distance between them.  There was a row of ten private washrooms, plenty to accommodate their needs while not drawing attention to them.  Luckily, the next occupant leaving was the end one closest to the exit and furthest from the bathroom attendant.  Gojo moved inside, closed the door and waited.  The washroom had a counter and small sink, the entirety of the wall above it mirrored glass with the toilet on the adjacent wall facing the door.  It wasn’t big but wouldn’t be overly cramped for two people.  

Upon that thought, the door wildly swings open and slams shut, Utahime sliding the bolt in place before turning and leaning her back against the door, openly leering at him.  

“Hello gorgeous. Been waiting long?” She asks with a wicked grin. 

He only has a chance to lick his lips before she marches straight up and grabs his jacket lapels, swinging him bodily into the door and kisses him roughly, fisting and tugging his hair back to expose his neck so she can drag her tongue up the side of his neck, eliciting a helpless, hearty moan from him.  Fuck, she really knew how to turn him on.   

Her fervor leaves him breathless; part of him doesn’t want her to stop but the other part knows this will be over far quicker than he wanted if she kept it up.  He needed her to know how much she turned him on, how much he missed her this past week, just how much he needed to bury his aching cock inside her.

With that thought galvanizing him, he surges forward, pushing her back towards the sink.  She stumbles backwards but he grasps her by the waist and whirls her to face the mirror; his body bending her over and pressing her hips into the counter, shamelessly grinding his erection against her.  

She protests, trying to twist in hold but he’s not having any of it; roughly yanking her dress and bra down to the waist, exposing her modest yet supple breasts to a vicious assault from his palms and fingers.  

She gasps from the intensity of his grip and his eyes on her body from the mirror, an aching heat shooting straight to her core.  

“Why does it always have to be a fight with you when you want it so bad, Senpai?” he rasps huskily in her ear, hands assaulting her body.

His words ignite a challenge within her she can’t suppress as she tries to elbow him but he’s too quick; gripping a wrist with each hand and pressing them against the mirror above the sink.  

“No. Stay like this. And watch.” He orders roughly, as if a threat.

She looks up at him through the mirror- It’s that same expression as before, a hauntingly raw darkness that glaze over his eyes.  She swallows; her body surprisingly and willingly relaxing under the intensity, the hunger in his eyes.  There was no question- Gojo Satoru meant business and while she’d never admit it, it fucking thrilled her. She finds herself nodding once, body tingling with anticipation.

Gojo with a satisfied smirk, trails his hands down her arms and back to her breasts, rolling her nipples as he kneaded them roughly.  She whimpers pathetically when he pinches them, hard, before tracing down her sides to her hips, giving her buttocks a firm and appreciative squeeze.  Her legs widen her stance on instinct, a desperate welcome for what’s to come.  

Gojo can’t help but indulge himself; lifting the hem of her dress to above her hips, revealing a tiny black lace thong, beautifully contrasted against her alabaster skin.  

“Did you wear this just for me, Senpai? Because I like it. A lot.” He murmured in appreciation.  His fingers trace the material from back to front, his fingers grazing where she desperately ached for him.

“Fuck, these are fucking drenched.  They must be so uncomfortable for you…let me help you take them off” as he slides them down her legs.

Utahime knows she’s sopping wet; she so fucking aroused it’s almost painful, she needed him, and she needed him right fucking now . 

He’s dropped his trousers and boxers, now lifting his shirt off, knowing she loves to look at his body when her impatience gets the best of her.  

“Stop fucking teasing and fuck me already, you fucking whore !” she hissed and turned her head but gasped when he wrenched her head back to facing the mirror.  

“I said fucking watch.  Your eyes don’t leave the mirror, understand?” He hissed back, echoing her earlier sentiments.  “And no fucking screaming, I don’t want to be interrupted.” With that said he abruptly sheaths himself to the hilt with a satisfied grunt, hands gripping on her hips hard enough to leave marks as he swiftly takes her with reckless abandon. 

FUCK. It had been too long since he had her, been inside her, along with the teasing all night he knew he wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to have her come at least once before he did.

Utahime's mouth drops open in a soundless scream; the sheer rapture from his rhythm and force is blinding but she can’t bring herself to tear her eyes away at the beauty of him.  He’s biting his lip, face twisted in pure pleasure as he takes her, the roll of his hips hypnotic.  His grip bruising and bringing her hips back with every forward thrust; she couldn’t withstand it for much longer. God he was so deep, he was so fucking deep she keened mentally before falling apart completely, sharply gasping for air.  

Gojo marvels at the arresting sight the mirror offers him; her hands splayed against the surface, fingers curling from tension, breasts sway in tune with his thrusts as her pendant necklace swings wildly like a pendulum, only serving to accentuate the exquisitely tantalizing motion. But all of that paled in comparison with her face, her lovely lovely face- it was the absolute embodiment of pure ecstasy.  

It was all too much for his many eyes to take in at once; a strained groan forcing its way out his throat.  He can’t stop himself from babbling; he’s lost, so utterly lost in the sheer magnificence of her.

“Fuck Utahime, already? You wanted my cock that badly huh? Fuck , i missed you, god you feel so fucking good, oh fuck I’m gonna come…I’m gonna fucking come….!”

His desperate words set fire to her veins; breaking through the fog of euphoria surrounding her mind. She grits her teeth and pushes off the mirror with all her strength, effectively making him slip out and stumble backward against the wall.

“What the fu-” he stammers at first, only to cry out in shock when she slammed her throat down the entirety of his cock, her lips kissing his pelvis. His head snapped backward in response, cracking his skull against the wall.  Gojo saw stars from both pain and pleasure; cursing and moaning and gasping her name over and over as she sucked the ever loving soul out of his dick while harshly fondling his scrotum- but she delivered the final fatal blow when she started humming; a merciless finish as he succumbed to the hopeless struggle.

He burst down her throat with the fury of a tsunami; shouting and panting harshly, hips jutting forward uncontrollably, unable to breathe let alone think as she greedily guzzled down everything he had to offer.  

The searing intensity of his climax had his ears ringing and vision going white; his knees felt like they were about to buckle, his hands gripping and leaning heavily on the back of her head and shoulder.  He had no idea how long it took him to recover; but when he came back into his body he was vaguely aware of her mouth still on him, tongue adoringly cleaning and licking up his shaft pressed against her cheek when she shifted to taking each testicle in her mouth.  

Fuck , the things he felt for this woman.  He needed to show her.  How much he adored her.  How much she fucking meant to him.

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******************** “If I ever decide to become a professional prostitute, you would be my only client.  And I wouldn’t charge- being with you is payment enough.  I’m basically a whore for you anyway so it’s not far off.”  Gojo admits with a sly grin.

Utahime laughs.  “Likewise, kouhai.  In fact, giving you payment is my favorite part.  Allow me to demonstrate.” Her hand then expertly unfastens his pants, unzips his fly and pulls out his semi-hard erection.

“Senpai! I’m driving!”  He half gasps, half moans out.

“Well, you better concentrate on getting us to your place faster then.” She retorts deviously as she leans over and promptly swallows him whole.

Gojo hisses sharply; she’s taking him so mercilessly he has to bite his tongue to retain some semblance of sanity; for his hands to stay on the wheel and his eyes on the road.  Utahime was in take-no-prisoners mode, the intense suction and wet sounds from her mouth along with her grip on his shaft made it clear she would accept nothing but his unconditional surrender.   He couldn’t stop himself from sighing and moaning, his hips bucking up in his seat into her hot, wet mouth.  As she drags her tongue up along the base of his shaft only to instantly deepthroat him entirely again, something deep within him snaps- he wasn’t going to make it, he needed to have her in all her entirety, right fucking now .  

He turns into the next small street he sees, hellbent on finding some dark alley to park when he spots one.  He pulls in recklessly, rips her mouth off his cock with a searing kiss, unbuckles his seatbelt and swings open his door.  Utahime watches in heated anticipation as he rounds the front of the car to nearly tear off her own door, wretches her out of her seat and all but throws her face forward across the car hood, all the while his rock hard erection bouncing out of his pants.  

She cries out in surprise as he hikes her skirt up and rips off her panties, aligning himself before thrusting all the way inside without any preamble, taking her as mercilessly as she was him moments ago.  She lets out a moaning scream but is abruptly cut off when a large hand clamps down her mouth, the other grasping her wrists together and securing them behind her back without breaking rhythm, intent on taking no prisoners of his own.  

Muffled moans and pleased grunts coupled with the frantic slap of flesh upon flesh break the silence of the otherwise quiet street, the silhouettes of their brutal joining illuminated on the adjacent brick wall from the ambient glow from headlights.  

Nothing thrills or makes Utahime come quicker than driving Gojo feral, to his breaking point, to the point where he loses himself inside her. She quickly succumbs to his savagery, crying out under his harsh grip, her legs quivering and trembling from the intensity of it.  Gojo hisses; thrusting one last time as deep as he could before pulling her back up, dragging her towards the backseat and throwing her inside.  He shuts all the doors with cursed energy as he slides in, grabbing her waist and roughly impales her in his lap.  

He pulls down the front of her top to expose her breasts, wanting to watch them bounce as she did on his lap, anchoring her hips to his own with a vice-like grip as he in no uncertain terms railed her into next week.  This time he allows her to scream all she wants, and she does, all forms of incoherent nonsense along with a mantra of his name pour out of her throat, her head thrown back and with her back arching in between the driver and passenger seats, desperately clutching onto the headrests; the windows quickly fogging up from their heat of their bodies and breath.  

A primal need takes over his mind, the intense desire to mark, to stake his claim over her body with his cock, his hands, his mouth, his tongue. By her 5th orgasm he bursts within her, his hot seed searing his name and scent across her inner walls, branding her with his signature.

She’s utterly boneless in the aftermath, passing out within a few minutes.  Gojo doesn’t bother trying to wake her, instead adjusting her so he can get the seat belt fastened across her and draping her prone form with his blazer.   The drive back to his place is otherwise uneventful, with him carrying her from his car to his bed, tenderly cradling her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

And as far as he was concerned, she was.

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