My back hits my bed and I bounce a little, staring up at Gojo.
He stands at the edge of the bed, returning my gaze, eyes roaming over my spread legs, the rise and fall of my breasts with each heavy breath.
Then he looks around my room, taking in my underwhelming décor. There's not much. Just a beaten up dresser, a few band posters, a few articles of clothing strewn about. The only impressive thing is my row of perfumes sitting neatly on my dresser. I may not be rich and privileged, but at least I smell good.
"Cute," he says, looking back to me, lips curving into a smile. "Maybe a little messy."
"Shut up," I laugh, grabbing a throw pillow and chucking it at him. He catches it with ease, eyes never leaving mine.
"Pull those shorts off for me," he says, rubbing his hand over his smooth jaw.
I swallow and reach down as Gojo watches, shimmying the fabric down my legs. His hand twitches at his side. I leave my underwear on purposefully. He can take them off with his own hands...or his teeth. Whatever he wants.
"Move your ass to the edge of the bed," he commands, reaching down to slowly stroke his erection though his tented sweats. He's so fucking big and I shiver in anticipation as I scoot to the edge of my bed, bending and spreading my knees for him.
God, how rough is he going to be?
He looks down at my underwear and licks his lips and he continues the slow strokes on himself. It looks like he's struggling to control himself. His eyebrows are drawn together, his breathing is labored. I know my underwear are soaking wet. I know it's obvious. I know he can tell.
"Mmm," he growls, pupils dilating. Gently, he bends over towards me and hooks his fingers around the hem of my underwear and pulls it off, leaving me completely bare in front of him. I leave my legs open brazenly. I'm not ashamed, I'm not embarrassed. I know he wants me.
Gojo takes a few moments to study me, just as shameless. Then, he kneels down in front of me. His hands reach to touch my legs, rubbing up and down my thighs as if he can't get enough of the texture of my skin, never looking away from my pussy. It's right in front of him now, pulsing and ready. He slowly pulls each of my legs over his shoulders one-at-a-time and my heart races even faster.
Here we go.
I'm propped up on my elbows, staring down at him in fascination, when his eyes flick up to me. I feel his breath on my wet skin.
"Can I?" He murmurs, each word pushing warm heat into me, making me shift and writhe, trying to ease some of the tension building up.
I nod, my eyebrows drawing together.
The last thing I see is his cocky smirk before his mouth meets my skin.
My head hits my pillow and my back arches.
His tongue licks from my entrance up to my clit in one smooth stroke. It's the only warning I get before I feel his lips close around my clit and suck. I gasp and my legs jolt, but his hands stay spread on my thighs, holding me where he wants me. He releases and looks up at me, tracing circles around the sensitive spot with his tongue. My hands grab his hair, gripping it hard.
"Gojo," I moan.
I feel him smile against my skin and his lips close around my clit at the same moment I feel a long finger push deep inside of me. I gasp and yank on his hair, my eyes rolling back in my head.
It's so damn long it reaches my fucking cervix.
"I knew your pussy would taste this good," he grins, raising his head while he pumps his finger inside of me. His eyes are hazy and unfocused, his mouth wet. "I've been dying for this."
"Less talk--oh, fuck!" I gasp as he adds another finger, curling both deep inside of my pussy. Every thought in my head splinters and his hands are all I can feel. His two fingers stretch and fill me beautifully.
"What?" He drawls from between my legs, breath hot against my clit. "Did you say something?"
"I said..." I pant, trying to keep eye contact with him, but my eyes keep closing and I feel an orgasm building deep in my core. "I said that you should--OH GOD!"
His lips and tongue are back on my clit as he continues to fuck me hard with his fingers. While his tongue swirls and sucks and devours me, his fingers work me, the wet sound of them slipping in and out of my soaking folds brings me closer to the edge. His teeth gently and deliberately scrape me and I pull his head harder into me, fingers wrapped around the white strands. My eyes squeeze my eyes shut.
I'm so wound up. I can't think or breathe or do anything my rock my hips against his mouth and hand. I ride him, pushing myself to meet each of his relentless touches.
"Gojo," I whimper, legs tightening around his neck. "I'm--I'm going to--"
His fingers speed up their pace, but he puts a gently kiss on my throbbing clit and looks up at me. "That's a good girl. Come for me, I'm right here."
I moan, trying to focus on his face, his hazy blue eyes. He's breathing so fast that I wonder if he's close to finishing too.
"That's it," he murmurs, his voice strained. "You're so fucking beautiful."
I fall off the edge. I feel my eyes roll back and my body shakes. My pussy squeezes around his fingers as the orgasm rips through me. Every sensation explodes, climaxing to a level of indescribably ecstasy. His fingers keep moving inside of me, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of me.
I slowly comes back down, everything warm and limp. I pant, trying to catch my breath.
"Gojo," I whisper, loosening my grip him.
"You took it so well," he smiles up at me, something like pride in his eyes. His hair is messy and he's trying to catch his breath too.
I'm so beat I can only give him a tired, satisfied smile. "Come up here."
He pulls himself up and I immediately notice his erection.
I mean, it would be truly impossible not to notice it.
"I want you to fuck m--" I start, but he sits on the edge of the bed and holds a finger up to my mouth, stopping me. I melt further into my comforter.
"You deserve to rest," he says softly, rubbing his finger along my bottom lip. It's incredibly soothing and I fight my eyes from closing.
"Let me suck your dick then," I knit my eyebrows together and I look down at his erection. My mouth starts to water at the thought of wrapping my mouth around him. "I want to, Gojo. Bad."
He chuckles. "I'm not making you do any more work. Just relax and rest. You've had a long day, Y/n. And you look completely wiped out."
"But--"
"Shhhh," he pulls himself further onto the bed and positions me so that my head leans against the crook of his shoulder. I let myself sink into his warmth and bask in his smell and the steady pound of his heartbeat. "Close your eyes. You did so well."
No man has ever praised me so gently.
I feel myself slipping under his spell like probably every other girl on earth.
And I don't care. He gave me the best orgasm of my life with his fingers and said that I captivate him. I don't care if it makes me naïve or stupid because right now, I feel like the person holding me won't hurt me.
Gojo is a wildcard that I could never have expected.
"You know, you're not so bad," I whisper sleepily as my eyes close.
I feel the deep rumble of a laugh against his chest and feel him brush his knuckles up and down my arms.
"I don't know about that."
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I dream about pleasant things. My dreams are vivid and peaceful.
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I wake the next morning to the feeling of my covers against my cheek. I groan and stretch as sleep threatened to pulls me back under. Rubbing my eyes, I reach onto my side table to grab my phone. Looking at the time blearily, I see that I have a few hours before my next class. With a sigh, I fling my phone back onto the table and close my eyes. I smell something citrusy and my lips stretch into a smile. Gojo smells so--
I sit up quickly, sleep forgotten.
Gojo.
I stare at my bed, at the obvious lack of a tall, white-haired guy next to me.
"When did he..." I trail off, staring at my bed blankly.
I grab my phone again, opening up my text messages with him. Maybe he sent me something--
Nothing. Our last texts were from days ago.
I don't know what I expected him to text...or anything...
I put my phone back on the table, this time facedown, and try to fight the growing feeling of unease.
He didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing wrong with leaving sometime in the night or morning. I mean, he ate me out and finger fucked me without even letting me return the favor, for goodness sakes...I shouldn't be upset.
But I sort of am.
Because I remember the way he spoke to me and the way he held me.
I can't get it out of my head.
I stare blankly ahead, horrified at these new feelings.
Oh god...