"For Gojo, the entertainment wasn’t the ball game- she was the show and he couldn't take any of his eyes off her."
"In fact, at some point he had inadvertently removed his sunglasses some time ago; he unconsciously wanted to see all of her in her glory, with no obstructions."
You're killing me, IT'S SO GOOD.
awww thx so much boo!!! it sounds like you're a fan of that fluffy gojohime stuff, so here's a little fluffy preview for the next chapter (still very WIP but 90% there!).
Also fun fact, i actually thought of you when i wrote this scene due to your criminally beautiful sunset metaphors in Beyond the Walls that have crystallized themselves in my brain so you should think of it as a dedication because it totally is :D
To anyone who missed this slutty gojohime dumpster fire of a fic, you can read and regret it HERE.
Gojo found himself sitting alone on a bench on the Tokyo school grounds; he wasn’t sure how long he was there but the sun was beginning to set, the sky a canvas of violent hues of orange, vivid streaks of crimson and strokes of deep magentas. He couldn’t even recall how he ended up there, his mind in a daze and his thoughts in complete disarray after the events of that morning. After Suguru had…Gojo snapped his eyes shut, dropping his head and train of thought. He didn’t want to see. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to…be.
Soft footsteps approach him but in his distracted state he doesn’t register them until he peels his eyes open to find a pair of worn brown boots directly in front of him. He slowly looks up and sees Utahime looking at him firmly, but there's an eerily calm aura to her. She extends a hand out to him, her palm facing up in a gesture for him to take it. When he does, she pulls him up to standing, looking deep into his eyes- as if she was searching for something- questioning with her eyes.
His body freezes as she slowly pulls him into a deep embrace, cradling his head against her shoulder and nape while resting one hand behind his head and the other on his back. Gojo’s eyes widen in shock, mouth agape as if to speak but any words die on his lips as she begins to softly hum a simple melody, gently caressing his back and stroking his hair.
A wave of euphoric serenity washes over him instantly, his body relaxing into hers as he gingerly wraps his arms around her small waist. It couldn’t have been more than 15 seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity. When she shifted to break the embrace he released her very reluctantly, his mind still in a fog, confused and trying to process everything.
“Wha- what was that for?” He inquired softly.
Utahime regarded him tenderly before lightly shrugging.
“It looked like you needed it.”
“Uta…” but the words catch in his throat. She nods her head slightly, smiling an understanding, albeit sad smile. She turns her head to admire the sunset.
“Wow, will you look at that?” She remarks wistfully. “You have to admit….even if you’re having the worst day of your life…you can always take solace in remembering while the sun always sets, allowing the darkness to thrive, it will always rise again- bringing back its warmth and light. And so life goes on. And..there’s so much to live for. Despite everything that happens…there is still so much beauty in the world.”
Gojo reflects on her words, all his eyes gazing at her. She's still looking towards the sunset, its glowing rays illuminating her alabaster skin in a soft golden light.
“Yeah. There is.” He replies simply.
hmm...you know what? eff it, have a smut scene as well- as a treat! Not me having a fem dom/public sex kink lmaoooo
“Mei, I gotta use the bathroom. Be right back.” She starts to make her way to the bathrooms, turning once she's in the crowd and beckons Gojo with her head that he should follow. He doesn’t need further encouragement.
“Uh, I gotta go. To pee, I mean.”
Mei Mei hides her smile behind her champagne glass. “Oh, I bet you do.” She winks at him before turning back to her phone.
Gojo shoves his way through the crowd when a hand suddenly grasps his and leads him away with determined 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 f*ucking forward, kouhai. And don’t make a f*ucking 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 c*rotch, her fingers caressing the outline of his growing erection but when she begins to thumb the head of his c*ock 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 approach 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 greets with a wicked grin.
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