No Strings Attached- gojo x reader/geto x reader

Friends with benefits?

He wasn't yours alone, if he had other people in his bed, you had no right to be mad. Yet, thinking of him with someone else, well, it didn't make you happy.

You slowly traced a hand down his abs and lower to the waist of his pants, unzipping them. He kicked the rest off continuing to grind against you in need of relief.

  He groaned kissing your chest gently as he undid your bra. Your back arched slightly as he kissed all the way down your now bare chest to your torso.

  The feeling engulfed you so pleasantly you didn't notice Gojo watching you through the thick of his lashes as he continued kisses back up your body.

His tongue slid along your collarbone eager to taste every inch of you and kissed up your neck as he hooked two fingers in your underwear, pulling them down.

   You ran a hand down his back and to the side of his underwear sliding them off a bit before he took off the rest, tearing open the condom and sliding it on.

His breaths were ragged as he eased himself in, your body curving against his all too familiar, and you gasped at the feeling. His cock filling you completely, the tip pressing on your spot.

   It was breath taking every time.

   He gently began thrusting, setting a pace.

He was leaned over you, one arm next your head the other steadying on your hip, he continued to thrust gently. His warm breaths coming in steady panting and low moans.

  Your name escaped his lips in whispers and stifled groans, it filled your ears and made the desire in you undo that much quicker.

Your eyes locked as he moved, never leaving each other's gaze, his hair tickling your forehead with every roll of his hips.

   He looked at you with so much passion and so much... feeling? You didn't know what it was; there was nothing you could compare his gaze too, his actions. Before that night, you could tell he cared about you the way he cares about Nanami or Shoko, he treated you the same, but now?

   It's different, more passionate, and you didn't know what to call it.

   You don't know it now, but his every move that you can't explain? It's love, an emotion you've never seen from him before, and one he's only showed to one other person...

   But that person has been gone a long time.

  Averting his gaze he began to thrust faster with his head dropped between your shoulder and neck.

With the sudden change in pace he was hitting your spot harder and faster causing your moans to be staggered, hands gripping his sheets till your knuckles turned white.

His hips faltered in their rhythm, so you smoothed your hands down his back, feeling all his muscles tensed, and stopped at his hips.

He looked to you, his features a mess as you helped him, your hands guiding his hips to continue their pace.

You both couldn't help but watch as he slid so perfectly in and out of your body, with an arm around his neck and an elbow lifting you up off the bed, you rolled your hips into him at the same time.

Quickly, a wave overtook you. A burst of feeling, pleasure flooding your body making your eyes roll back as he hit your spot one last time.

You could feel his cock twitching in you as he collapsed, just barely holding himself up.

He looked down at you, his skin with the slightest sheen and his hair a mess, he smiled lazily.

The feeling still faintly coursing through your body and his figure hovering over you gave you a sort of bitter sweet feeling.

  It was about to ruin your mood.

  You grinned slyly, pushing him off of you and walked to his washroom.

His eyes followed you with feigned offense for pushing him.
  "I get to clean up first." You laughed, you needed an excuse to get away for a moment.

You closed the bathroom door and put on your underwear and one of his shirts he threw you since you had nothing to sleep in. You braced your arms on either side of his sink, your face dripping with cold water as you watched the last of it swirl down the drain.

You've grown weary of this routine. The intensity, the high, and then... the after.

Feeling hollow as you would crawl back into bed with him because he would always ask you to, and you enjoyed staying the night.

Feeling hollow because you had half of what you wanted, but would have to risk sacrificing this much if you asked for it all, asked for all of him.

But still, you completed the routine every time. You crawled into his bed to stay the night.

He came out of the washroom in nothing but shorts and climbed in next to you. His hand reached over and cupped your cheek taking you by surprise as he kissed you gently.

He pulled away barely putting an inch of space between you two as his eyes lingered on your lips.

"Goodnight." He smiled softly, his gaze holding a hidden sorrow that he played off with years of practice.

He too got weary from this. The bitter sweetness of being able to have you, but under a no strings attached condition where you weren't really his.

It made his heart heavy with pain.

  It hurt too much to think about and he hated dwelling on the things that made him so miserable, so he pretended every time he saw you, every time he was with you and every time you invaded his thoughts that you were his.

  But in the end, every time, he had to remind himself you couldn't be.

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A/n: sorry for the big time skips, from now on there won't be any big ones. Also feel free to give feedback!

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