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"You like my Strawberry, Satoru?" she asked
The look on his face as he nodded his approval...
Gojo wants a little taste of strawberry that makes Utahime's lips so red . He just couldn't help himself.
...
It’s sunny day, heat rising off the pavement in waves. It’s the perfect day to go outside. Under the large oak tree in the park. a few blocks from their apartment, the shade provides a nice relief from the heat.
Gojo sprawls himself out on the soft blue blanket that Utahime had laid out in
the shade. the second they got settled. He had cited that the heat from the sun was already bad enough and his bodyheat would just make his legs all sweaty.
Gojo tosses and turns a few times, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard ground and not more than five minutes later, he has his head nestled snugly in its
usual spot--Utahime's lap, grumbling something about coming out here for some peace and quiet and Gojo’s whining was only disturbing her. Gojo smiles secretly to
himself, he always manages to get his way when it comes to his Senpai. A well timed
pout can get him just about anything.
As the hours goes by, a snack Utahime brought a bowl of fresh strawberries. the fruits were ripe and juicy.
The red of the berries is staining her lips. Utahime has a habit of sucking on them before she bites down. Gojo blinks hard a couple of times trying to rid his mind of
indecent thoughts, but it’s hard when Utahime’s plump lips are stretched around the berry like that.
The nap he was trying to take has been forgotten as he watches the juice run down
Utahime ’s lips down to her chin. The latter wipes it away absentmindedly noticing Gojo staring intently at her lips.
Her hand froze just as she was about to bite down again her strawberry.
She could see Gojo intently observing her,
And she couldn't help herself,
"You like my strawberry, Satoru?" she asked
The look on his face as he nodded his approval…
Utahime smiles and grabs a particularly juicy looking strawberry, leaning over and bringing it close to Gojo’s face. He opens his mouth eagerly, but
Utahime only smiles again, this time rather coyly. She brings the berry lower and
lower until she boops Gojo softly on the nose with it and then pulls away
completely.
“Not a chance.” She laughs
Before her heart could beat, before she could move another way, he gets her pinned down, her legs kicking every which way. Caged between Gojo’s arms, Utahime is giggling uncontrollably. Gojo loves it when she laughs like this, uninhibited, her face squishes up in pure joy.
He’s always known Utahime to be attractive. It’s constantly there in the back of his
mind. His thoughts may have strayed to Utahime’s lips from time to time.
Utahime’s laughter finally quiets down, her chest heaving a little as she tries to
regulate her breathing. Her eyes still bright with laughter and Gojo is still staring.
Utahime’s brows knit together in confusion.
“...Satoru?”
He has unconsciously moved closer, making it so their faces are merely centimeters away from touching. Gojo finally comes to his senses when Utahime’s breath hitches.
"Is it okay,? I just need to kiss you, just for a little while. That's okay, right?" Gojo's
head was already spinning from the situation he was in, with Utahime's body against his. He can feel it all. His heat, his breathing, his
needs...all so public. He couldn't keep the blush from his cheeks, blush deepened and
he dropped his head, only for it to be pulled up slowly by Utahime's hand in the back
of his hair. He looks her in the eyes and raises his eyebrows, still expecting a certain
answer pertaining to what he had asked earlier. He just needed a little taste.
The hand in his hair softens and rubs over the back of his head in slow circles and he slowly leans forward, Utahime's bottom lip and enveloping it with his own. Then he pulls away for a moment to look at the beautiful woman trapped in his arms and before capturing her mouth in a full, slow, kiss. Utahime's eyes slip shut as she lets Gojo take her away, to the fuzzy, perfect place in her head as she kisses him back.
The kiss is sweet like the strawberries; like Utahime, and Gojo can still taste the
saccharin fruit on his tongue when Utahime deepens it. Gojo’s heartbeat thrums
in a erratic rhythm against his ribcage and he could feel Utahime’s thrums similarly.
The heat from the sun is still beating down on them, only adding to the heat between them.
"Let's s-stop...We’re in the middle of the park!” she pants, breathless from the kiss and just the tiniest bit embarrassed. She pushed Gojo’s hand away weakly, looking around to make sure no one saw them.
"But I want you so bad." Gojo mutters near her neck.
"We can't...we can't do this here.."
Gojo looks like he’s struggling with the same dilemma and he reluctantly
removes his hand and sits up next to Utahime.
They smile at each other, breaking the awkward tension, and Gojo is overcome
with another spurt of bravery. He dips down for another quick peck.
“You taste like strawberries.” Gojo tells her when he pulls away.
Utahime blushed deeply, looking behind her to check on her precious fruit. There’s still
quite a few left in the bowl so she drags it closer, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“So,” she starts, but Gojo has already moved to place his head right back in her lap.
It’s normal--familiar--and it seems to calm them both down. Gojo smiles up at her, trying to put on his most charming smile.
As Utahime grabs another strawberry and ducks down to give Gojo one more
kiss. The latter can feel Utahime smiling into it, the corners of her own lips quirking up.
And they enjoy the company of each other under the oak tree on a warm sunny day.
End...