#tickle teasing

She gave him a sidelong glance. "You live here."

"Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the moment," he teased, throwing an arm over her.

She sighed but didn’t push him away, letting him nuzzle in. His hand shifted lazily at her waist—with a light, barely-there touch—

—and she twitched.

Gojo paused. "…Huh."

Utahime glanced at him. "What?"

He didn’t answer. Just… did it again. Fingertips trailing over her side.

She twitched harder, biting her lip.

And that’s when the grin hit his face. "Ohhh… what a nice discovery~"

"Gojo— don’t—"

Too late. His hand slipped right to her ribs and—

"Ahh! Nnnhhh–! D-Dohohon’t!" she gasped, jerking away, but he caught her, pulling her back in like this was the easiest thing in the world.

"Ohhh my god," he laughed, eyes lighting up. "You’re ticklish."

"I’m nohohot—!" The denial crumbled into a squeaky burst of laughter when his fingers danced over her sides. "Ahh–! Hehehehhehh!! Nnnohoho!"

"Ohhh, yes you are," he grinned, leaning in closer. "Utahime, this is gold."

"G-Gohojohhh–! Wahahait! I-I mehehehean it!" Her feet kicked under the blanket, the movement frantic and useless.

"You can mean it all you want, sweetheart—" his tone was smug, hands spidering up toward her underarms "—but I’m not stopping now."

"Aaahh! Nnnohohhoo! EHEHEEEE—!" she squealed, breaking into those sharp little giggles she never made around anyone.

Gojo froze just to process it—then laughed. "Ohhh, what was that?!"

Her face went red instantly. "Nnnhh! Shuhuhut up!"

"That—" he poked her side, making her jolt and squeak— "—was adorable. You have, like, a kid laugh. Oh my god, you’ve been hiding this from me?"

"I’m nohohot— ahhHhhHhh!— hiding—!" she tried, but the words broke apart in more high-pitched giggling.

"You are! This is dangerous information, princess. I could destroy you with this."

"Y-You’re suhuhuhch a—! HehhHhhhehh!"

"Mmhm, that’s it, keep laughing for me," he teased, voice warm and wicked all at once, fingers finding that one sensitive spot just at the curve of her ribs.

"Ahhh! G-Gohohjo! Nnnooohohho! I-I cahahan’t—!"

He finally eased off when she collapsed back against him, breathless and flushed, giggles still tumbling out in aftershocks. She stayed curled up, refusing to meet his eyes.

"You okay there?" he asked, all innocent now.

"You’re a menace," she muttered into his shirt.

"Mm, maybe. But I just learned something very valuable about my girlfriend."

Her head snapped up. "You tell anyone—"

He gasped. "Utahime! What kind of man do you take me for?"

Her eyes narrowed.

He grinned. "I’ll just show them next time."

"GOJO!"

His laugh filled the room, smug and bright, as he kissed her temple and pulled her close again.

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