No Strings Attached- gojo x reader/geto x reader

If it's with you

Never had you thought of him like this, never had you wondered what he tasted like or dreamed of his body pressed against yours like it was now. But now, you knew you would never be able to forget.

And it was dangerous.

   Now, you were caged under him, laying on the couch with your legs entwined together. Slowly as if hesitant, he rest his body flush against you, his heavy gaze asking permission with every stolen glance between kisses.

Your mouths moved in sync, sliding and sucking, teeth pulling at each other's lips with fervor.

   You lifted your hips, grinding against his making him groan. Something hard pressed against your thigh, fueling the hot desire pooling between your legs, you couldn't wait any longer.

   And by the feeling of it, neither could he.

   "Gojo" you pleaded, begging and earning a muffled moan from him.

   Every sound from him was igniting and you savored it, never having thought his voice would be the one to drive you insane, at least not in this way.

   You placed your leg between his, using it to illicit more of his beautiful sounds. You pressed against his growing erection, stroking with your knee alone while you kept your lips on his and hands in his hair.

   He breathed a moan at your sudden touch, his kiss wavering. You continued with your leg and he tried his best to keep up with your mouth, groaning against your lips.

   His satiny kiss found its way to your neck and began a torturous routine of kissing and biting at you every time you pressed and rubbed against his hardened cock.

   He couldn't take it anymore.

With a stifled groan, he grabbed your thigh, stopping you from toying with him, and slid two fingers under your top. You followed, doing the same by beginning to unbutton his shirt.

You just barely got the last button undone, shrugging the garment over his shoulders with haste, not bothering to even remove the sleeves from his arms.

You lifted your arms momentarily, allowing him to pull off your top before you started on each other's pants, ignoring your bra.

If not for the heat off his body, you would've shivered in the large living room, barren of warmth and in front of the large, cool, windows.

He pulled down the waist of your pants just enough; eager to keep going, he attacked your neck once more as his hand slipped between your legs while you fumbled to undo his belt.

You felt lost to everything else that didn't have to do with him. Your mind a mess of incoherent thoughts, half intent on trying to get this damn belt off, the other half focusing on the feeling of his soft lips so roughly on your skin and his fingers teasing your wet entrance.

It was getting harder and harder to stay on track. When was the last time you'd felt someones lips on yours? Someones fingers, other than your own, between your legs giving you such intense pleasure?

   Even his silky hair, which tickled your cheek as he sucked along your neck, was it's own provocation heightening your senses to everything happening.

   You spread your legs wider, thighs cradled around his hips.

   You were starting to see spots, faint blooms of light behind your eyes. His fingers simply grazing your clit and his mouth trailing kisses between your breasts was driving you to the brink, you could hardly focus on getting his belt off.

   Suddenly, he pulled away. Fingers retreating, lips leaving your chest alone. He knelt back on his knees with your legs atop his thighs and around his waist.