𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞... 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝. 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬. 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.
Gojo's chest was still heaving as he leaned down, slowly kissing down your chest, smiling at each shiver he felt escape you from the cool metal glinting on his lower lip.
Sleeping with Satoru Gojo wasn't something you had on your bucket list—or any of the frat boys on your campus, for that matter—but holy shit.
He had you seeing stars in the corner of your eyes, for fuck's sake.
"Are you still alive down there?" He whispered in a teasing tone as he shifted his body off of yours, legs still weak as he settled into his dorm bed beside you, a tender hand laying itself on your stomach. "You're quieter than usual."
He took quick notice of the way your body tensed at his touch, your gaze avoiding his, and how you just felt... uncomfortable now that he'd pulled out.
"Hey... if something's wrong, you can talk to me." He assured, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, before pulling back to lie comfortably next to you. "You alright?"
"Mm, yeah." You whispered softly, nodding gently against his pillows, turning your head slightly to face him. "Just. . . needed to catch my breath."
Without missing a beat, Gojo sat up & slipped off the bed—giving you the perfect view of the scratches you'd left down his shoulder blades just minutes prior. "Give me just a second." He beamed before beelining to his closet.
Coming out just a few seconds later, he came back out in a pair of boxers and sweats slung low on his hips, with a big ole' band teen slung over his shoulder & a water bottle in each hand.
"Figured this might help you feel better?" Gojo murmured, handing you a water bottle before slipping under the sheets with you. "And so you can cover yourself up." He gently laid the T-shirt over the blanket.
"That's so sweet... Thank you." You smiled, clicking the water bottle open before pulling it to your lips.
He was right; the moment the cool liquid hit your tongue, you were already feeling better.
"You can help yourself; I have a whole mini fridge hidden away in my closet." He whispered, watching as you put the water bottle on his nightstand before sitting up next to him.
"You have a mini fridge... in your closet? Do you keep alcohol in there or?" You tilted your head, pulling on his band shirt, catching the soft hitch in his breath as you settled the fabric around your waist.
"No, no. I keep water, soda, juice, anything to drink except alcohol really." He muttered, slipping his arm around your shoulders like it belonged there. "I can get you a drink if you need it. No one would mind if I got a glass from the main fridge."
"No, no, I don't want you to leave. That'd be embarrassing." You leaned on his shoulder, getting comfortable on his side. "I kind of just want you to stay here, if that's ok?"
"Of course it is." He assured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple, "And just so you know, none of the guys would care if you wanted something from the kitchen, honest—I wouldn't be either! Sooo, if you want something, just ask."
"I'm fine; I was just wondering why you had a mini-fridge in your closet of all places." You mumbled, the cool metallic touch lingering on your forehead for a moment, before he pressed another kiss on your cheek.
"Oh, I just keep a stash in here for when Suguru and I have a study session... or gaming session... or whenever I just don't want to go all the way to the kitchen for something to drink." He admitted, tugging you closer into his side. "It's full, you know. If I fall asleep and you want something, go ahead and get something; it won't bother me."
"You pull late-night study sessions?" You giggled, glancing up at him, his piercing blue gaze causing your breath to hitch.
"Well, yeah? I gotta focus on my grades. My pretty face can't get me everything—even if it caught you." He teased, slipping his hand lower to hold it against your waist.
"You're a little bit more than just a pretty face, Gojo." You mumbled, pressing your cheek against his chest as he chuckled, the rumble vibrating down your spine. "You're a lot sweeter than I thought you'd be."
"Well, duh." He teased, slipping a hand under the covers to hitch one of your thighs over his. "I wasn't going to just be an ass after we slept together."
"Is it bad I thought you'd be an ass?" You mumbled into his chest, and Gojo's hand started slowly rubbing up and down your thigh in a comforting motion.
"A little... Yeah." Gojo whispered, tucking you under his chin. "Did I exceed your expectations?"
"Mm. Definitely, I think I'd actually want to do this again if you did." You admitted feeling the way his hand tightened around your thigh.
"If I did? Like that shit's even a question." He muttered, pulling back to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "Of course I'd want to... often."
"Well, I don't knowww, not like I'm cradling you against me like a prized possession." He hissed, gently rubbing his thumb over your thigh. "No shit, I'd want to do this again."
"Ok, ok. Noted. We should do this again." You whispered, leaning up to press a gentle kiss, pulling back just enough for him to turn his head to yours, his lips catching yours in a gentle kiss.
"We will do this again... preferably after a date." He whispered, pulling back half-lidded as he stared into your eyes.
"I'd like that." You whispered back, fingers coming up to rub against his bottom lip, prodding at his piercings.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of your thumbpad. "Are you getting tired yet?" He mumbled against your thumb, slightly muffled, but you still understood, nodding as you slipped back down to his chest.
"Little bit." You hummed, melting against his warm chest as he chuckled.
"Are ya' alright if I put a movie on?" He leaned down, pressing his cheek to the top of your skull, slowly moving his palm from your thigh to your waist, bunching the fabric of his shirt up just a little so he could rub your bare side.
"Mm. Yeah, of course." You mumbled into his chest, stretching across his torso like a lazy cat. "Go ahead."
And so he did, clicking on some shitty 80s horror flick, with a pretty girl sleeping on his chest—and neither of you would want to change a single thing.
That was just the start of something beautiful.