Play date - gojo x reader

31.

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Your ribs ached. Sternum bruising in pulses.

One. Two. Three.

Warmth. Air.

One. Two. Three.

You breathed into the warmth, taking the air it gave and you felt your heart remembering that it did in fact need to beat.

Warmth. Air. A palm on your cheek. A voice.

"Come on— stop being so dramatic."

The voice tried to laugh, but the sound came out tense. Afraid.

Warmth. Air. A mouth open against yours. Water retched from your lungs, popped like a cork. The hand that held your cheek was on your back, rolling you onto your side as you let what felt like a lake's worth of water pour from your throat.

God everything hurt. All that energy you forced into that attack and it still hadn't been enough to take the vengeful spirit out. It was just as you had thought— if you'd be alone, you'd have been dead.

It hurt to open your eyes, it hurt to breathe. You rolled onto your back, expecting to see the starlit sky above you, but instead only saw Gojo, blue eyes bright and glowing with open amusement. He was laughing.

Madman. Monster .

The reversal was still flowing through your body, repairing what was probably some serious anoxic brain damage and whatever else the curse had managed to do when it wrapped you in its touch. Not that you could be sure, you'd never drowned to near death before.

But oh god — it felt so good . Not the drowning, but the coming back . You sat up, the pain dripping off you like the streams of water off your skin. And all the while Gojo was there, laughing, joyous open and manic laughter—

" See? You see?"

You did. You outstretched your arms, marveling at how your skin, bubbled, red and corroded near to the muscle from some kind of acid the cursed hair emitted, was stitching back together. Thrown to the very edge of death and you had clawed your way back, four words, erupting in your head as your own laughter joined Gojo's in a frenzied chorus.

I am a god.

And then you crashed into him, his arms already open and ready as his back thudded against the cold ground.

Warmth. Air. His mouth fitted against your own as you sucked the breath from his lungs, ravenous and euphoric— high on the rush, on life, on near-death. You bit him and tasted his blood, pressing passed his lips to lick the coppery warmth against his own tongue. It would occur to you later you were the first person to make him bleed since Toji Fushiguro...

And you were pretty sure Gojo didn't moan like that when he did.

You were drowning again, in him—but it didn't matter this time because the positive energy of the reversal you had never managed to produce ever was flooding you full of oxygen and endorphins and pumping, bright, throbbing, blinding life through your entire being.

Gojo's hands were pushing up under your skirt, grabbing at the round flesh of your ass, bare still beneath the fabric. You hadn't exactly had a lot of time to get dressed . He lifted his hips, rolled hard up against you, the denim rough and raw against the soft, delicate skin between your legs.

His teeth set on your throat, sucked out a bruise that was healing the moment it bloomed out over your skin. It hurt, it felt amazing . You were wearing too many clothes, you were so hot — you were— you were...

You were pissed .

You jerked back, feeling his mouth unlatch from your neck with a wet, popping sound. And for the third time in your life, you made god bleed.

Your fist connected to his jaw, snapped his head to the side and broke a curse from his lips.

" Fuck—!"

You hoped it hurt. You hoped you knocked a god damn molar loose.

" You — you brought me here to get me killed ." you snarled, thighs clamping around his own as Gojo attempted to sit up, and you forced him back into the dirt with a rough push. He looked up at you from the flat of his back, rolling fresh blood, nearly black in the moonlight, across his tongue. The taste seemed to intrigue him, sliding his tongue across the front of his teeth and painting his grin with a dark smear.

"It worked, didn't it?"

This time when you tried to strike him, your hand froze in mid-air, trembling as the force of his Infinity held you back.

"Did you know? Did you know what was here? Sitting under that fucking lake? Is what it did to me how it killed the last sorcerer who came here?"

Gojo laughed again— as if this were all tedious. Boring. Typical you, getting so upset over something so silly.

"You wanted me to teach you how to use the full potential of your Limitless— and now I have. And you did it. You were so close , did you even feel how close you were?"

To that full potential only the Six Eyes could master. Yes, you had felt it. Felt for one shining moment the power of omnipresence—everywhere, everywhen. And that wasn't even Six Eyes— that was just Limitless . Real Limitless. The kind of level you had been climbing and clawing upwards to meet.

He had pushed you to the edge of ruin... and he had done it with a song in his heart. A smile on his lips.

Dangerous, toxic, foul, aggressive—

"You lied to me."

"Don't be so naive. It was only by omission."

"You lied to me."

Gojo sighed, "In all honesty, I thought we'd have at least a day or so before it popped up, but damn . It must have been really scared of my being here to go that hard!"

Forcing your knees down into the grass, you stood up, wiping your mouth against the back of your hand and wishing it would take the taste of that kiss away with it. You stood over him, feet planted firmly on either side of his hips. Gojo simply tucked his arms behind his head, not even having the decency to be bruised from your punch.

"You asked for this." he said, eyes unblinking as he looked up at you, "You wanted it. Bargained for it. And this time, you agreed to be bait."

"I asked you to teach me!" you shouted, unable to argue with anything else he spat back at you. You had agreed— you had agreed to be bait to a second-grade curse, not a menagerie.

"And here ends today's lesson."

If it weren't for the infinity protecting him you would have drop kicked him right in the ribs. Instead, you watched as his eyes fell down over your body, his tongue coming out to slide over his bottom lip. The cut you'd bitten there was already gone.

It took you a beat to realize where he was looking— how you were standing both panty-less and in a skirt over him. Disgust rolled in your stomach as you quickly stepped back, pushing your skirt down flat over your thighs.

It was easy enough to keep walking after that first step, focusing on the onsen high up on the hill. He laughed at you again, his voice following after,

"Where are you going?"

Home.

You only wished you'd had the presence of mind to tear off the ring and throw it at him before you left.