We couldn't do something for the Day of Love and Friendship sooner, since he was recovering from blood loss, but here it is now.
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i wish u would write a fic where we smash gojo funky silly style >:)
DO NOT PERCEIVE ME. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HERE OKAY!!!
“Whatcha gonna do now?”
You look down at Gojo, lying beneath you with that smile you both love with all your heart and hate with all your being playing upon his face. As always, he’s taunting you, his bright eyes alight with amusement— but there’s something else there, drifting in a sea of blue, predatory, dangerous and ready to consume you whole. And yet, you chose to ignore it.
For now anyway.
“Don’t know,” you answer, contemplative.
Gojo hums and you think that he’s being oddly patient. Is he waiting to see how far you’ll go on your own? Or is he biding his time and waiting for the right moment to strike? You never really know with him.
“If you’re stuck, I’ve got a couple ideas,” he says.
You don’t even consider his offer and dip down, lips brushing against his, your touch light enough to be considered teasing. Murmuring, you tell him, “I don’t like your ideas; they usually suck.”
Gojo shifts beneath you, but luckily you are faster, pulling away before he can con you into a deeper kiss. You hover above him just enough to see him pout, lips jutting out as if he’s trying to show you what you’re missing out on.
He probably is.
“My ideas are awesome,” Gojo argues in playful indignance. “Just let me show you—”
His breath hitches on the last syllable as you roll your hips against his. He groans, loud, almost unnecessarily so, like he’s putting on a show. The sound of it sparks something in you, but you drown it out.
Not now, not now.
“You gonna make me beg for it?” Gojo asks, his tone light, still amused.
“...might be fun,” you answer, feeling cheeky.
“Ooh, kinky. I think I like that—!” He gasps a little as you grind into him one more time. But this time he’s ready, hands flying down to grip your hips and arching his back a little, chasing the near addictive feeling of the friction between you.
A moan slips from your mouth and you catch Gojo smirking out of the corner of your eye. Pleased. Smug.
Whatever.
To hell with this, then.
You surge toward him, mouths colliding in that heated kiss he wanted earlier. His hands grasp at you, fingers slipping beneath your shirt, your pants, eager to touch any skin they can find.
But it’s not enough, not enough.
In a frenzied flurry, you both tug at each other’s clothes, desperate to get them off, off, off. And when they’re gone, and you are both bare and exposed, you stare at Satoru Gojo as if you are looking at him for the first time.
And god, he’s just so…
“So… what do you think?” Gojo asks, gesturing to himself. “Let me guess, ten out of ten— no, infinity out of ten!”
So annoying.
“You’re really killing the mood here,” you say dryly.
Gojo chuckles and you can see almost clearly now, lurking just beneath the dark blue of his eyes, hungry and ready to pounce. He moves in closer, lips ghosting over yours as he moves in for the kill.
"Then let me try again."
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