#NIKU WROTE SO MUCH SKIN CONTACT NIKU WROTE THEM TOUCHING SAKFVSAGHDFVAHJDSAHJGZDHJASVHDAJK

[seiwas]

niku heheh thank god my memory sux bc this felt like i was reading it again for the first time 💗 and yOU CAN BET I WAS FREAKINGNASBHJGBSAHDBGHJASDJ

OF COURSE YOUR DIALOGUE IS IMPECCABLE. AGAIN. the tension is always there sdbhsj and your reader dynamics with gojo are always so so fun to read esp considering this is technically infinite loop reader 😭😭 AND IM OBSESSED WITH THEM SDHGBSAKD

i love how your writing has a very distinct tone of bullying gojo 🫶🏻 or just generally being done w him 🫶🏻 hehe 'dumb pricks like him don't get attention at bedtime'

AND HE'S SO INSUFFERABLE. like you ALWAYS WRITE HIM THIS WAY and it makes me audibly sigh out: oh my GOD. when you made his hand ride up reader's back i WAS SCREAMING U BET I WAS OMFG u don't write scenes like this often SO YOU CAN IMAGINE MY EYES WHEN I WAS LIKE OMG. IS NIKU GOING THERE. IS NIKU REALLY GOING THERE.

and whEN HE STARTS KISSING READER'S BACKSA DFASDF. SRSLY WHAT'S UP WITH THIS GUY I WANT TO SHAKE HIS HEAD AND SLAP HIM (dying inside). LIKE. HOW DARE YOU WRITE THIS: 'Gojo's other hand finds your waist, his fingers gripping you tightly, almost desperately, as he presses his mouth to your skin again.'

AND IT GETS EVEN WORSE WHEN HE GOES DOWN TO THE PAJAMA BOTTOMS???! omfg this was when i really went like... IS NIKU RLLY GOING HERE & the fACT THAT HIS FINGERS SLIDE UNDER TOO. LIKE. hELLLOOO???????!!! AND THEN HE FLIPS READER AROUND??!?!?!?

there's so much... SKIN CONTACT HERE. NOT USED TO IT. IM FANNING MYSELF. LIKE WTAF: 'As soon as you move, so does Gojo, closing the distance between you to press his forehead to yours, angled so his lips are just hovering over yours.' HOW CAN I NOT SCREAM AT THIS HOW

i also like how we both agree...... gojo is insatiable. and i also love how u make equally if not almost as desperate for him (lowkey) too.

AND THIS LINE OF RESIGNATION: 'Does it even matter? You know the real winner here will be Satoru Gojo like always.' help.... there is no way around this man....

i gulped at this: 'Truthfully, there's a part of you that wants it too—to feel his lips on yours, on you, breaths mingling as you grasp at him, fingers tangling in his hair while he tugs at your clothes, desperate for as much skin on skin contact as possible. + There's no reason to deny him anymore, not when you've become intimate like this and yet…' ... this is ... very close to you writing mHM niku... just a lil bit more... MHM..... also 'become intimate like this'/?!?!?!?! their relationship has grown 🥺🥺🥺🥺

AND THE END SEQUENCE: “You are so…” you trail off as Gojo moves impossibly closer, his lips are feather light against yours and any normal person would probably consider this a kiss.

YOU ACTUALLY MADE THEM KISS SHBGAHJSDFBJASDHF IM SO NOT OVER IT. AM FREAKING BC I CANT BELIEVE YOU WROTE THEM LIKE THIS. THE SATISFACTION I FEEL RN oh MY GOD .......... even tho the kiss is rlly just barely there........ they have so much skin contact here..... i just... wow.

for the love of god, please don't perceive me.

barely proofread. established relationship. written with infinite loop!verse reader in mind, but can be read stand alone, especially i because i think they'd hate to be perceived too.

You roll over, turning your back to Gojo. He whines out your name but you ignore him. Dumb pricks like him do not get attention at bedtime.

Doesn't stop him from trying though.

He whimpers like a kicked puppy but you remain steadfast. You're used to these tactics of his— you can ignore them. Gojo should realize that too.

And he does, because he changes them.

You feel him scooch closer to you, the warmth rippling off his body calling to you like a siren song. It's hard, but you do not lean into him; you won't give him the satisfaction.

Then you realize Gojo has gone silent and in your experience that is never a good sign. You don't say anything. You don't budge.

Everything is completely still.

And then it's not.

Your entire body tenses up when you feel Gojo's hand at your back, sliding your shirt up as high as your stillness will allow. He cannot seriously be—

The bed groans as Gojo moves closer, his hand keeping your shirt secure as he approaches you. A shiver wracks your entire body when you feel the searing heat of his lips against your skin. You try not to move, try not to show that his actions are having an immediate effect.

He pulls away for a split second before going for another one, kissing a spot just beneath the first one. Gojo's other hand finds your waist, his fingers gripping you tightly, almost desperately, as he presses his mouth to your skin again.

With each kiss he moves lower and lower and lower still.

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. It's so hard to stay still, but you must, you must, you must.

And then Gojo's mouth kisses the band of your pajama bottoms. He drags the hand on your waist down to your hip, fingertips dancing over the section of skin just above your pants. He traces the edge of them, before his fingers slide under to—

You can't take it any more.

You start to roll away but he's faster, grabbing you and flipping you around so that you're facing him. Gojo's legs tangle around yours as he yanks you close, arms winding around your form, trapping you in.

"Dammit!" you hiss.

"Got you now!" he gloats, cheeky, every bit of sensuality abandoned and thrown to the wayside now that he’s got you in his grasp.

Defiant, you flail around, trying to free yourself but it only results in Gojo's grip going tighter and eventually you give up and go completely still as if that'll get him to loosen his grip.

It doesn't.

"...so, how long are you gonna play dead for?" Gojo finally asks. He sounds amused, but there's something else in his tone— faint but enough to put you on edge. There's no doubt that he's planning something.

You don't want to, but you should say something; who knows what Gojo will do if you don't. Intent on feeding him some smart-ass remark, you tilt your head up only to find you've played right into his hands.

As soon as you move, so does Gojo, closing the distance between you to press his forehead to yours, angled so his lips are just hovering over yours.

You freeze. Gojo's breath is sweet, almost intoxicating, and suddenly you are at war with yourself. Instinct bids you move in closer, hungry and desperate for a taste of him, but your mind keeps you still, knowing that he's insatiable. You'd be going for just a taste but he would be consuming you whole.

"You alive in there?" he murmurs and the phantom touch of his lips makes it hard to focus. "Or do you need me to bring you back to the land of the living?"

Yes. No. Both words, both answers duke it out on the tip of your tongue and you don't know which one will come out on top.

Does it even matter? You know the real winner here will be Satoru Gojo like always.

The thought of it burns you a little. You hate letting him win and that's enough to give one side the edge it needs. "No."

He chuckles and you can tell he's not surprised in the slightest. "Oh yeah? Prove it."

You know what he's trying to get you to do, in fact he couldn't be more obvious. Truthfully, there's a part of you that wants it too—to feel his lips on yours, on you, breaths mingling as you grasp at him, fingers tangling in his hair while he tugs at your clothes, desperate for as much skin on skin contact as possible.

But there's another part of you that wants to deny him. It's the force of habit, really, the denial almost ingrained in your soul, hard-written into your body like your cursed technique. There's no reason to deny him anymore, not when you've become intimate like this and yet…

You cannot help it.

You wish you could take a third option.

(You wish you were more honest.)

There's little else you can do like this, angled and positioned for the kiss that Gojo has cornered you into. You feel his lips shift as he exhales, as if his grin is widening, as if he knows that you're realizing how inevitable the kiss is. That makes you only want to fight it more.

You just don’t know how.

“You know,” Gojo murmurs after a couple moments of silence and inaction on your part. “You’re not doing a good job at proving that you don’t need me to give you the kiss of life.”

“Shut up,” you grumble. “The fact that I’m responding should be enough for you.”

Gojo hums, making it look like he’s considering what you’ve said. You know better though, especially when he says, “...nah.”

“You are so…” you trail off as Gojo moves impossibly closer, his lips are feather light against yours and any normal person would probably consider this a kiss.

Not Gojo, though.

"So… what?" he probes. "Cool? Awesome? Irresistible?"

"None of the above."

Gojo’s arms and hands shift, his grip clearly loosening. For a split second, you consider taking the chance to see if you can free yourself from him, but you’re no fool; you know better— this is just preemptive positioning for whatever he has planned.

This is checkmate, then.

Gojo chuckles and you wonder if maybe he can read your mind as he says, his mouth hot on yours, voice a low timbre that stirs something deep in the pit of your stomach, “Guess I better prove it then.”