No Strings Attached- gojo x reader/geto x reader

If it's with you

You were shocked and despite your earlier efforts not to, you let yourself look at him in this moment of intimacy, if only for a moment.

He was kneeling back on his knees again, head thrown back and chest heaving ragged. You didn't get the chance when you unbuttoned his shirt, but now you slowly raked your eyes over his toned form.

The hard planes of his chest heaved and the muscles of his torso shifted with every breath. His muscular yet lean torso lead to the v-line at his waist. His hips bones protruding slightly outwards and even beneath his pants you could see his thighs, corded with muscle.

And between them-

Your eyes widened, that thing was-

"Oh shit, don't kill me." He rushed, scrambling to take off the remainder of his shirt never removed from his arms, and frantically wiped down your stomach.

"You should be," You laughed, "got your cooties all over me." You we're far more calm and unbothered than normal, for someone who just fucked her best friend.

"I think you got more than just my cooti-"

"Nope, nope, stopping you there." You held up a hand and he laughed.

You sat up and his fixed himself into his pants, clearing his throat as he handed you your shirt from the floor.

The night was still dark, city lights flooding like an oasis of light even at this time. The two of you sat there for a moment, the weirdness not yet settling in for either of you.

"Well, I'd say that went well." Gojo remarked with a shrug, "Good break, right?"

You turned your head to face him and raised your brows in contemplation, "Yeah actually, that wasn't bad." You admit as you got up, fixing your pants, but not bothering to put the shirt back on.

"Not- not bad?" He questioned, face the picture of confusion, "What do you mean not bad, it was great." He emphasized.

You smiled and shook your head, rounding the corner of the sofa and making way to the stairs, you stopped,
"Pass your shirt, I'll throw it in the wash, you can shower first, but be quick or I'll kick you outta here naked."

He shot up from the couch, passing you his shirt before running up the stairs ahead of you,
"Thank youuuu," you heard him yell, trailing off as he ran to your shower.

"And don't use my fancy shampoo!"

You sighed, throwing the shirt in the wash and following him upstairs.

You were seated on the edge of your bed when you heard the shower turn off and Gojo yell from inside,
"Hey, can you grab me a towel?"

Wordlessly, you grabbed a towel from the hallway closet and came back to your room, knocking on the bathroom door. He cracked it open enough for you to shove your arm through to hand the towel and you went and sat back on your bed.

This was all so normal. All so routine, Gojo was always over so naturally he used your shower and hung out in your room too. Relief washed over you with a gentle sigh.
Nothing had changed and you were grateful for it.

The bathroom door opened and he wandered out, a towel slung low over his waist, just above his hips, and a hand in his fluffy hair.

You realized with a pang of fear: you were staring.

Countless times Gojo has exited that bathroom in nothing but a towel, but now you actually looked. Or was it that you were seeing him different now?

   Seeing his tired form hovering over you with that look in his brilliant eyes, seeing him kneeling before you with the look of pure pleasure and release.

No, you simply had a new appreciation for his looks, that's all...

You ambled over to the washroom, stopping as you passed him. You turned to him sharply, a look of contained anger on your face you reached up swiftly pulling his head down to you.

He stumbled, bent awkwardly to the side, his eyes widened with fear as you took in the scent of his freshly washed hair.

You released him and he slowly straightened, looking down at you with fright of an animal ready to run.

"You used my shampoo."

He booked it out of the room, catching his towel just before it fell and racing for his room down the hall before you could catch him.

Your lips gentled into a smile and you made your way to the bathroom for your shower.

Gojo was laying on your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you grabbed a pair of pajamas and went back to the bathroom to change.

You emerged again, tired and ready to go to sleep. You decided you would have to leave the few pages of work you had left for tomorrow.

Gojo was dressed in a black t-shirt and grey shorts, the spare clothes he kept in the other room from that night Nanami dropped him off. He had been too drunk to go home alone and Nanami didn't want to take him to his place. You had drove to the store while Nanami watched him in your apartment, and you bought him the shirt and shorts to change out of his clothes that reeked of spilt alcohol.

   You turned off the lights and lifted the blanket on your side, slipping under.

You felt Gojo shift and pause on the other side.

   There were times he spent the night in your bed, usually when you had just watched a scary movie and he complained, but you wondered if he would stay now.

   His faint shadow fell over you when he got up, hovering on the edge of the bed as if too debating whether he would stay or not.

   You felt his absence before you heard the soft footfalls making their way to the door.

"Goodnight y/n." He yawned.

You hesitated for just a moment. This was normal though, it's not like he slept in your room every night anyways, it would be weirder if he did, and so, him going to the other room didn't bother you, you decided.    "Goodnight Gojo."

"... y/n?"

"Yes?" You asked, eyes closed and already drifting to sleep.

"Can we talk about what happened, I mean... what we did..?"

You paused, opening your eyes though you couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness of the room.

  "In the morning."

There was silence and you thought he'd accepted your answer,
Or worse, he was angry or upset.
What if he regrets what happened? Disgusted even that you wouldn't talk to him about it and instead ignored it? He was going to leave, say his goodbye and never see you again. Why would he still want to be friends? What would even be keeping him here if it's too weird for him to be around and-

"...y/n?"

You hardly breathed, it felt like your lungs were trapped, "Yes, Gojo?" Your whole body tensing out of fear to hear his next words.

"Can you make those pancakes in the morning? You know the ones with the chocolate and-"

    "Yes," You relaxed with a sigh, "now go to sleep."

    He wanted to talk about it. Of course he wanted to talk about it, you wanted to talk about it too, but it was what he would say alone that made your heart hammer.

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A/n: that was so long I'm sorry you had to sit through that😟
Normally my chapters are quite short, for future reference.