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Gojo was face to face with himself. His body, his cursed energy, his face screwed up in a look of pure frustration. But it wasn’t him.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” His voice was speaking but the displeasure came from Utahime Iori.
When the idea of using Ui UI’s soul swapping ability came up as a way to speed run training the students’ techniques, Utahime was hesitant. He didn’t blame her, swapping bodies was an insane and potentially dangerous endeavor and he needed someone like Utahime to interject to counterbalance him. Gojo was ready to jump right into it, but Utahime wanted the method tested before subjecting the students to ensure it was safe.
And as the responsible adult she was, Utahime volunteered to test it first. Gojo followed suit because he didn’t want to give anyone else the chance to swap with Utahime.
There were as few people to witness this as possible. Mei Mei and Ui Ui were given since it was Ui Ui’s ability. Shoko, in case something went horribly wrong and they needed her healing abilities. It would be a quick swap to confirm it was safe and then they would go right back to their original bodies. An uneventful footnote in their preparation to fight Sukuna.
The swap was painless, as quick as blinking. Gojo hardly noticed it happened. But when he opened his eyes, he realized he was shorter immediately and his eyesight was worse. A strange sensation for him to not have to constantly activate RCT to manage the Six Eyes. An onslaught of information wasn’t continuously being fed to him.
The reprieve was nice but he did feel exposed without Infinity.
Utahime was struggling. Rapidly blinking as she tried to get used to the Six Eyes. He knew all too well how awful the fluorescent lighting of Shoko’s clinic was to those eyes. It seemed as though the automation of a constant stream of RCT to refresh the brain and eyes didn’t carry over when they swapped. Utahime would have to figure out how to activate herself. She was given the blueprint but needed to execute everything on her own. It was good to know when he swapped with Yuta later they would have to begin their training with the basics. But for now, he felt a little bad that he didn’t bring anything to cover her eyes. Since being unsealed, Gojo had foregone wearing a blindfold.
Gojo had to crane his neck a little to look up at her. He was all too aware that Utahime was much smaller than him. His large hands could nearly wrap around her waist. Now that he was the smaller one, his brain short-circuited at the thought of her being the one to manhandle him.
“You’re so short, Utahime,” Gojo remarked in his new feminine voice.
“I’m average height,” she said through gritted teeth. Utahime rubbed her temples, her eyes squeezed shut. “It’s you who is the freak.”
“Height can often be used as an indicator of evolutionary advantage,” Gojo said in a know-it-all tone that paired well with her voice. He could see her saying something similar.
Utahime ignored his comment. “Well, I think it’s clear that this is safe enough. Switch us back.”
“Ui Ui is tired,” Mei Mei said, her voice smooth.
“So he can take a nap after he switches us back,” Utahime replied, narrowing her eyes at her. The blue Six Eyes glittered with Utahime’s impatience.
Ui Ui shook his head and made a show of yawning in an exaggerated way. Utahime’s nostrils flared and Gojo knew her mind was reeling now. They were short on time and were now at the mercy of Ui Ui to decide when he felt up to swap them back. He didn’t have the Six Eyes anymore but Gojo could almost see Utahime catastrophizing everything in her mind. How long would Ui Ui make them wait? Hours? Days? Utahime showed every sign of hating being in his body but Gojo could be content to spend a little more time in hers.
“When can he switch us back?” Utahime asked, her voice strained as she held herself back from yelling.
Mei Mei rested a perfectly manicured finger against her chin like she was thinking. “How does your savings look?”
“This is not funny,” Utahime huffed.
Shoko reached up to place her hands on either side of Utahime’s head against her temples, letting RCT flow to her, alleviating the stress the Six Eyes put on her. “You’re going to break a blood vessel,” she said.
“How come you’ve never done that for me?” Gojo asked and Shoko shrugged. He’d known Shoko for two years before he could do RCT and she never once offered to do what she was doing for Utahime.
“I need a minute,” Utahime muttered, stepping away from Shoko and pushing her way out the door.
As agitated as she was, if Gojo could provide her with a solid end time she’d cool off. It was less about the swap and more that the body she swapped into had the most overstimulating technique in the world and Utahime already ran on a short fuse. A promised end time, a chance to blow off steam, and she’d be back to normal. Gojo was curious about something too.
Gojo turned to Mei Mei. “How much for a few hours?”
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Utahime was easy to find because Gojo knew where he’d be heading when he was dealing with overload from the Six Eyes.
With everyone using the Tokyo school as a home base and training grounds, the spare rooms available to sorcerers passing through on missions were occupied more than ever. Gojo and Utahime each had their own room but since he’d been unsealed, they might as well have a shared room with how much time they’d spent together. He’d say that they had to make up for lost time and she’d point out that he wasn’t even gone for three weeks. But she always ended up more insatiable than he was.
He always accepted anything she gave him. Every bit of attention and affection was hard-earned and a gift to him. If Utahime wanted an unlabeled, ten-year situationship that she deluded herself into thinking no one else had caught on to, then who was he to deny her? And she wouldn’t let him call her his friend with benefits because she claimed they weren’t friends and yet she ran into his arms first when he made his reappearance back at the school after he was unsealed. Sorcerers rarely had any romantic relationship at all so by Jujutsu standards, Gojo considered them pretty much married.
Gojo slowly pushed the door to Utahime’s room open, the hinges creaking loudly. The spare rooms they gave to working sorcerers were much larger than the dorms and came with bigger beds. Floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a lot of natural light. Gojo poked his head inside and found that the room was completely dark. A large lump was underneath the bed covers.
He’d often do the same thing when he was in school. Hide away in his room with blackout curtains and a blanket over his head until his head stopped throbbing. He really took mastering RCT for granted, Gojo forgot how much of a struggle it was to manage without it.
“What?” came Utahime’s deep voice, muffled from under the covers.
Gojo stopped a foot in front of the bed. “We have a few hours before we’ll be switched back.”
Utahime groaned. “That’s too long.”
He wouldn’t tell her that was the exact time range he negotiated with Mei Mei. It gave them plenty of time for him to explore what he wanted. It wasn’t every day he got to experience what it was like to be in Utahime’s body and with an uncertain future in place, Gojo was willing to try everything.
Gojo grabbed the edge of the blanket and lifted it. Utahime hissed like a disgruntled cat and shut her eyes. Her white hair was messy from rolling around under the covers. Slowly she began to open her eyes again to get used to the small amount of light that leaked into the room from the cracks in the door and windows.
“My head hurts,” she grumbled, lips drawn up in a pout.
“I know what will make it better.”
“You leaving me alone?” she tried to snatch the blanket back while lying down but Gojo held it up just barely out of her reach.
“An orgasm.”
Utahime looked at him like he had grown a second head. “Be serious.”
“I am being serious,” he said, dropping the blanket so he could crawl into the bed. Utahime leaned back against the pillow to give him room despite the fact she thought his suggestion was ridiculous.
“You want me to jerk off until the headache goes away?”
“Well, I was thinking I’d be a participant too,” Gojo said, settling himself on top of her, one leg on either side.
Utahime blinked. “You want to…like this?”
Gojo took her hands in his and placed them on his waist. She hardly touched him but the anticipation already made him pulse between his legs. Sometimes after sex, they’d ask the other to describe what it felt like. What did it feel like to have his dick sucked or what did it feel like to have her pussy licked? What was it like to be stretched out on his dick and what did it feel like to slip his cock inside her? Neither one was able to describe what they felt in a way that gave the other a clear picture. It was all experiences that they needed to feel for themselves to truly understand.
He was an opportunist and open to trying anything once.
“I want to show you how good you feel to me,” he said and leaned forward so his hands were resting on her broad chest. Gojo rolled his hips forward, brushing his center against her soft cock.
“This seems close to fucking myself,” she said, keeping her expression even. Gojo knew he had her because when Utahime started to try and appear passive, that’s when she was hiding her biggest emotions.
Gojo dropped his head close to her mouth, his dark hair sliding off his shoulder and surrounding them like a curtain. “You’re not fucking yourself, you’re fucking me.”
Utahime stared at him for a moment while she considered it and he was dying for her to answer. The urge to slide his tongue into her mouth and rub his newfound cunt against her was strong. His mouth practically watered for it. He’s tried pegging before and Utahime was a natural but Utahime fucking him with a real cock was a desperate need.
“Fine,” she said. A jolt was sent down Gojo’s spine. “But if it’s weird, we’re stopping.”
“Deal,” he breathed and pressed his mouth to hers.
It was a lot like how kissing her usually felt to him. Even though it was his lips he was kissing, Utahime moved her mouth the same way she always did. Soft, slow kisses, almost lazy, savoring the feeling of his mouth against hers until she slid a hand into his hair to hold his head firmly. Her tongue traced his bottom lip and Gojo opened his mouth to let her in.
The throbbing between his legs intensified and Gojo was met with a strong urge to rub his pussy against something. His clit ached for friction. At this point, he was copying what he’d seen Utahime do and continued to rub himself against her cock. Pleasure built up in him like bringing water to a boil but it still wasn’t enough.
He straightened up and started to undo the tie of his hakama pants, fumbling with it. Utahime brought her hands to his waist to help him untie them and he was fixated on watching her long fingers unravel the fabric. Gojo raised off her so he could slip the pants off the rest of the way, leaving the panties on, while Utahime reached between them and unbuckled her belt, pushing her pants and briefs down her thighs.
“Don’t stare at it,” she scolded, bringing her hand to the back of Gojo’s neck to pull him back to her and get him to stop looking at her hard cock flushed between them.
Gojo pressed his cunt against the underside of her cock, the panties providing more friction, helping to keep him from sliding around too much. Utahime’s hands were on his hips, guiding him up and down her length. He could feel every ridge and shifted to try and push against it more firmly. Gojo was sitting right on the edge, about to teeter over, and he quickened his pace.
“Which name should I moan when I cum?” he asked breathlessly. He was mostly kidding but as soon as he uttered the words, Gojo couldn’t resist the opportunity.
“Huh?” Utahime grunted, hardly registering what he said to her. He didn’t blame her, Gojo was all too familiar with the feeling of Utahime’s wet pussy pressed against his dick, it often made him lose his mind too.
With one firm stroke, his pussy spasmed and sent him into rolling waves of pleasure. It was different from how he was used to coming. A build-up of pressure and then a sudden release, like uncorking champagne. This lasted several seconds, each contraction made Gojo’s lashes flutter.
“Oh, Satoru,” he purred in her ear, louder than necessary. The walls at Jujutsu Tech weren’t soundproof, something he unfortunately had to discover from experience.
Utahime’s grip on his hips tightened, her nails digging into his skin. It was painful but he kind of liked it. She pushed him off of her so Gojo was lying on the bed on his side and she sat up. The way Utahime was able to move him around so easily excited him but Utahime’s eyes narrowed at him. He was in trouble.
“I told you we’re done if it’s weird and that was weird,” she scolded him.
“I’ll be good,” Gojo promised, shimming closer to her. Utahime was still hard, precum dripping from the tip of her cock. She must not have thought it was that weird.
“You’ve never been good,” she said and her hips jerked when Gojo closed his fist around the base of her cock.
“I’ll be so good for you,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over the head of her cock. He made sure to look up at her with the same big brown doe-eyed look she gave him when she was on her knees for him. Making sure she felt and saw exactly what he experienced every time.
Utahime threaded her fingers through his long dark hair and guided him to her. “I guess you can’t be weird with your mouth full.”
He stuck his tongue out and rested the head of her cock on the surface for a moment before closing his lips around her. Utahime’s grip on his hair tightened. His tongue traced the vein that ran along the underside, feeling it pulse in time with her heartbeat. Her cock was hot in his mouth, straining still from having him rub himself all over it. He flicked his tongue over the head in the exact way he knew this body liked, before swallowing more of her cock down his throat.
Gojo was focused on what pulled little reactions from her. If he moved his tongue a certain way, Utahime lifted her hips. Sucking the head made her pant. Whenever he did something that felt good to her, she would hold his head still to keep the sensation going. Utahime loved sucking dick, she was always sloppy and enthusiastic. Gojo suspected what she actually liked was having power over him. His most sensitive part was at the mercy of her mouth and the pleasure he felt was because of her alone. This was more like a science experiment to him but seeing Utahime enjoy herself encouraged Gojo to do more.
He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat. Taking too much of her too quickly made him gag but Gojo didn’t want to pull off of her. It seemed like a rookie mistake and he wanted to impress her. Show her exactly what it felt like for him. He got overconfident, too eager to please her, but he breathed through it and Utahime didn’t seem to notice.
Utahime was close, he could feel the muscles of her thighs twitch under his fingertips, her hips jerking up and pushing herself further into his mouth. She wasn’t able to keep still. He quickened his pace, moving up and down on her length. The rest that couldn’t fit in his mouth, he pumped with his hand. She pulled his hair, pain prickling at his scalp and he was nearly tearing up.
With a final thrust upwards, Utahime came down his throat. Gojo sealed his mouth around her and swallowed, feeling her cock pulse in his mouth as she finished. He sat up, spit all over his lips and chin, his eyes searching hers in a strange urge to seek immediate praise.
“How was it?” he asked.
“Interesting.”
“Interesting good or…?”
“It was good,” she said.
Gojo made a sound of disappointment. “That’s it? I put my all into that.”
“What do you want to hear? You’re the best cock sucker of all time?”
Gojo nodded. “Something like that. Maybe not that crude though.”
Utahime cupped his face and ran a thumb gently under his eye. “Your mascara is running.”
“Buy waterproof next time.”
“Don’t be mouthy, it was really good.” Gojo glowed with the praise.
She kissed him softly and Gojo found himself being pushed onto his back. Her fingers slid up his sides to unwrap his kosode. Gojo broke the kiss so he could look down at his own breasts. A cream-colored lace bra covered them. He brought his hands up to squish them together. This is what he wanted to do since they decided they were going to swap bodies but unfortunately, there were too many people in the room with them.
“Are you done?” Utahime asked, not impressed with him being more into fondling his own tits than her settling between his legs.
“If I had tits, I don’t think I'd get anything done.”
“You don’t get anything done anyway.” Well, that’s what he had Ijichi for, finishing all the paperwork he left at the last minute.
One of Utahime’s hands clasped over his as she tugged the bra cup down, revealing a hardened nipple. She swirled her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. Gojo arched his back, not used to having nipples this sensitive. She moved her mouth to his other nipple, squeezing the tit she just left in her hand.
Gojo sat up and reached behind him, knocking her head and earning him a glare. His fingers fumbled with the bra hooks in the back. Usually, when he took bras off, he came at them from a different angle. This way made his wrist ache until Utahime reached around and did it in one movement. The bra fell from his body and Gojo chucked it across the room.
“You’re going to have to find that again when we’re done”, she said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Gojo mumbled, pulling Utahime’s face back to his. He couldn’t get enough of her, every moment when her lips weren’t touching him made him feel empty.
She dropped her head to his neck. Gojo tilted his head back to give her room to lick and suck at the sensitive skin there. He wanted her to bite harder but Utahime hated hickeys and she wasn’t about to mark up her own body. Maybe he’d try to sneak a hickey on his skin before they were done. Utahime didn’t seem to figure out RCT yet and he’d purposefully leave it until it healed.
Utahime kissed down the length of his sternum, between his breasts, and the soft skin of his stomach. It was Gojo’s turn to grab her hair, the white locks twisting around his fingers. Utahime settled herself between his legs, pulling his soaked panties down his legs. The cool air against his wet cunt made him shiver.
Gojo hooked his arm under his knee to pull his leg up, spreading himself for her. Utahime paused her kissing of his thighs.
“I’ve been waiting for this one,” Gojo said cheekily, making Utahime roll her eyes.
She didn’t ease him into it at all, immediately flattening her tongue against his swollen clit. Gojo twitched underneath her, tipping his head back. He was still sensitive from his last orgasm, every swipe of her tongue against him heightened the sensation.
Gojo let out a shuddering breath as she swirled her tongue around his clit and sucked on it gently, before lowering herself more to lap at his entrance. His core ached, begging to be filled with something. She dipped her tongue inside him which brought him a little relief but Gojo craved more.
Utahime moved back up the length of his slit and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Inserting two fingers inside him, Gojo’s pussy sucked them in greedily, clamping down on them and not wanting to let her go. She thrust them in and out shallowly while licking his clit. Wetness slicked the inside of Gojo’s thigh that was still resting against the bed and he was sure he was getting the sheets soaked with how messy Utahime made him.
Then she crooked her fingers inside him, stretching him even more, and pressed against a spot that made him coil up inside. He tried to push his hips against her face more, chasing the pressure that was mounting inside him. She answered every silent request he made, her nose buried against his clit, tongue lapping at his folds, and her fingers deep inside him.
The rolling waves overcame him again and Gojo tilted his hips to ride her face as he came. Utahime’s orgasms were nothing like anything he experienced before, his entire body feeling involved in the process. The satisfying spasming of his pelvic muscles and thighs made him feel more relaxed than ever. And she could have multiple of these back to back? He was a little jealous.
Gojo melted into the pillow when he came down. Utahime wiped her mouth with her hand and patted his thigh.
“On your stomach,” she commanded. Her cock was hard again, bobbing as she shifted to give Gojo room to move.
Gojo obediently flipped over, sticking his ass up in the air for her. She tapped her cock against his ass and Gojo wiggled his hips, aching to be filled. The head of her cock slid through his folds, teasing his entrance before she pulled away. Gojo groaned with his face against the pillow.
“What do you want?” she asked, letting her cock brush against him.
“Fuck me,” Gojo said, his voice muffled.
“Ask nicely.”
Gojo lifted his head off the pillow to speak clearly. “Please, Utahime. Fuck me with your stupid, huge cock.”
She pushed the tip back between his folds. “That might count as complimenting yourself since this is your dick.”
“Am I wrong?” He twisted a little so he could look back at her.
Utahime pushed her length into him, his pussy stretching to accommodate her. “You tell me.”
It was better than her fingers. Even though the fingers on Gojo’s body were long and thick, it wasn’t enough. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch. Her cock stretched him in a way that felt satisfying, soaking wet from two orgasms his pussy had no issue taking her.
She bottomed out, her pelvis flush to his ass. Gojo could nearly feel her in his stomach, she was so deep. Utahime held still, which was torture. Gojo rocked back against her, trying to get her to move, but Utahime placed a hand on his back to stop him.
“Please,” he moaned again, not caring how desperate he sounded. His wetness dripped from him.
Utahime draped herself over his back, her mouth next to his ear. “Is that good, baby?”
She rolled her hips, giving Gojo a little bit of movement and then stopped. “Please, Uta,” he whined.
Utahime was torturing him the same way he liked to do to her. Giving her just enough to almost feel good, but taking it away so he could listen to her beg and plead with him. It was unfair that she was using his tricks against him but in his lust-filled haze, all Gojo could think about was needing her to fuck him.
She placed a hand between his shoulder blades and held him down while her other hand came to his hip. A rough thrust forward and Gojo felt like he could cry from relief of her move inside him. Her thick cock dragged against his soft walls, sliding easily. Every thrust had her pushing him more firmly into the mattress. Her breath was warm against his back, a thin sticky sheen of sweat forming.
Gojo’s mouth was held open and his eyes were squeezed shut. He drooled on the pillow a little. Utahime didn’t go easy on him, pounding into him roughly. They were never gentle with each other during this part. Either he was ravishing her or she gave it back to him just as hard.
“You feel so good, baby. Your pussy is so tight,” she grunted, slamming back into him.
“Where did you learn to talk like that?” he choked out.
“You.”
Gojo let out a breathy laugh that quickly turned into a moan. Her rhythm was beginning to get erratic. He was so oversensitive from everything but he’s seen her cum on his cock so many times, Gojo wanted to give that to her too. His hand was shaky and his clit was so sensitive, it almost hurt to touch it. Gojo was soaking wet, coating his fingers immediately. Every swipe against his clit sent tingles down his spine. His nerves felt like they were on fire.
“Where do you want it?” she asked.
“Inside. Cum inside me, Utahime,” he whined. Gojo wanted the full experience.
It felt like a victorious win when Gojo made himself cum again. His pussy clenched around her cock and he knew the feeling of him gripping her tightly would send her over the edge soon too. Gojo always came fast after Utahime did, loving the way her cunt fluttered around him. He let out a strangled cry as he came. It wasn’t as strong as the other orgasms but he loved it all the same, feeling his entire body warm.
Utahime groaned above him and he felt her spill inside him, her cock pulsing. Warm and wet, Utahime held her cock inside him to make sure none of it leaked out. It was an interesting feeling being filled this way, his body craved it. When Utahime pulled out, her cum slipped out with her, mixing in with the mess he already made.
She rolled off him and fell back against the mattress. Gojo’s arm felt weak and shaky as he pushed himself up. A soreness settled between his legs but he didn’t mind it. Utahime’s eyes drooped like she could fall asleep at any moment. Gojo was always exhausted after sex with Utahime. In her body, three orgasms had him feeling invigorated. He could probably get so much done now with this kind of focus.
“How’s your head?” he asked.
“Better.” She was visibly in a better mood too despite the sleepiness. The lines on her forehead had relaxed and she wasn’t staring at him like she was close to throttling him.
“What do you think?”
“Gojo, I’ve fucked you before.”
“Well, what do you think of having a dick this time?”
Utahime rubbed her hand over her face, getting sleepier by the minute. “It was nice. I think I prefer my orgasms though.”
“I prefer your orgasms too,” Gojo said, scooting closer to her so he could press his body against hers. He had a huge urge to be held at the moment. “Maybe I’ll keep your body.”
Her eyes snapped to him. “Absolutely not.”
“Kidding, kidding,” he said, throwing his arm across her chest. Utahime let her arm drop around him.
Her fingers played with the ends of his hair and stroked his skin soothingly. Being in a smaller body and cuddled next to a bigger one made him feel safe and protected. Gojo never felt like that was something he needed but now that he had it, it was nice to let someone else take a bit of the burden away from him. He wondered if she liked being the strong one. No one would question her strength and she wouldn’t have to spend so much energy trying to prove herself. Gojo struggled with giving up control and Utahime struggled with taking control. Swapping roles for a bit was just what they needed.
There was so much Gojo wanted to discuss with her but he could see he was losing her to sleep. It was a lot for her though. Utahime had been pulling all-nighters constantly, trying to get the students ready for the fight of their lives. The Six Eyes without the mastery of RCT drained the rest of the minuscule amount of energy she had. And now she was succumbing to the drowsiness that came with male orgasms. He was content with letting her sleep for now, they’d be swapped back soon as Mei Mei promised. After she was rested, he would be berating her with questions.
“You’re cleaning up my body first before we swap back. I’m not doing it,” Utahime said, her eyes closed. He wanted to laugh at her bluntness but didn’t want to ruffle her.
Gojo kissed her chest instead, before settling his head back down. “Anything for you.”