g.s. ; ENIGMA ( 7 )
WARNINGS ; minor nsfw
slow dancing in the dark - JOJI
( 3:29 )
( MINOR SPOILERS regarding GOJO'S PAST ARC, i.e., the next arc in the manga timeline. though, at this point, i feel like this is common knowledge, plus this will be animated for s2 hopefully, so people were going to find out anyway. )
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"god, you feel so good."
looking back on the memory, you saw how bizarre it was that there was a time where you could barely stand to be anywhere near gojo, until he was able to turn that all around. he spun you and your feelings so far on it's head that now, you comfortably straddled him, on his couch, in his apartment, with his hands grabbing at you.
his large hands had already slipped under his own white hoodie that hid your body, swirling his soft fingers over your skin to satisfy you. you unintentionally urged him more and more with every single sound that escaped from your swollen lips.
one of your hands remained tightly intertwined with gojo's bright hair after he told you that he liked it, while the other hand had reached further down his back and under his shirt to feel his smooth skin.
his lips had long since left yours, and instead he took earnest advantage of the looseness of your clothes, pulling the white fabric down from your shoulders. he kissed and bit and licked every bare part of your body from the shoulders and higher, taking in the sweet and cold taste of your skin.
"you taste like vanilla ice cream," he whispered to you, placing a quick kiss under your ear.
every single time he touched you, it felt like a sensation that radiated under your skin, all the way to your heart and mind. if he touched one part of you, he was touching every part of you.
"is that a good thing?" your words were breathy and sensual and weak.
"it's good," he assured. he held your closer and pulled down on your hoodie once more. "even though i don't like sweets, it's so damn good."
you were hopelessly lost in all of the pleasure until you turned your head to peer into the sky through the sliding doors that blocked off gojo's balcony. the dark blue sky was radiant, but there was not a star to be seen.
it made you feel ultimately guilty for dropping off the face of the earth and refusing to contact. the past few days with gojo had been such a sensation that you nearly forgot everything that happened between you and mahito.
the vacancy of the sky brought out the empty part of you that you'd been feeling for days. it was the same part of you that was telling you to go back and apologize to him. it was the same part that was convincing you that you couldn't hide away with gojo forever. going back to see him could very well be the most terrifying thing that you've ever done.
"satoru," you quietly whispered.
he hummed to acknowledge you, but his attention was still hopelessly locked onto your body.
you placed both of your hands onto his shoulders and pushed him away from you, now truly getting all of his attention.
"i-i think that i should go home," you said. gojo quickly grew worried, but you made sure to shoot down his worries. "it's not anything that you did. honestly, it's because of you that i didn't want to leave until now."
