Oneshots

Gojo's Kiss

He slowly lifted up his mask, hooking one finger under the cloth, and dragging it up to rest on his forehead. That's when they struck me. Those crystal blue eyes peered into me with their piercing gaze. They moved over my body slowly, as if mentally dissecting me. I shrunk away from the gaze. But it seemed to follow me wherever I went. Gojo took one slow step forward, and I one step back, keeping the distance. We kept playing this game until he had backed me into a wall. My breath hitched in my throat as I locked eyes with him once more. A malevolent smirk was painted on his face, I knew his true intentions, and I knew the same intentions were reflected in my eyes as well. Before I could react to the situation unfolding before me, Gojo's lips collided with mine. His lips were soft. Softer than freshly fallen snow, and it was sweet. Sweet like cotton candy, that addicting sweetness that makes you want to keep coming back for more. His arms snaked around my waist, and mine wrapped around his neck, clutching the hair on the back of his head, pushing us closed together as well. Though we both hungered for more, we reluctantly pulled apart for a second. Breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together, savoring the taste of each other, time stopped. All of our fears and reservations passed away. I was just y/n, and he was just Gojo. Two pieces of the same puzzle. After finally catching our breath, we were quick to smash our lips together again. This time a fiery passion fueled us both, a hunger. I tentatively bit down on his lower lip, and when he smiled into the kiss I bit down harder. Drawing blood. The tangy metallic taste was a stark contrast to the sweet taste of before, but it was a welcome change. He let out a soft moan, before sliding his tongue in. To that I too let out a little moan, and Gojo pushed me onto the bed. Eager for control I quickly rolled us over until I was the one on top, and began grinding into him. His hands trailed across my waist until they rested at the bottom of my shirt. He pulled it up a little, but stopped before getting to my bra. I hesitantly broke the kiss, and looked into his eyes once more. There was a question in them, I quickly answered it by nodding, diving back into the kiss and taking his shirt off as well. His long leg pushed the door closed with his foot, as I unbuckld his pants, and he slid down my skirt...