Goro Takemura x Reader

Forty-Eight (Smut)

A shivering breath escaped your parted lips as his lower body pressed into yours. Out of reflex, you spread your legs further to allow him to get closer.

You wanted to melt into him, become one until his flesh stuck to yours, united in sweat and the warmth that only a body that was still alive could have.

The beating of your heart hit against his chest and convinced his own to dance to the same rhythm.

Neither of you was nervous yet the desire to finally fall into each others embrace was enough to make your breaths hitch and your hearts race.

How would he feel on top of you?

As he shoved a hand into the back of your neck to deep the kiss, his lower half also shifted. More pressure pushed down on you.

Even though he still wore his pants you could feel how his cock started to twitch in its prison of fabric. A visible bulge pressed into your core, not frighteningly large but big enough for you to feel it tease your middle.

A soft gasp escaped your lips, as your legs opened even wider to welcome him. Your hips pushed up to feel how the tension between both of your crotches rose.

You wanted to rub yourself against him, feel every single detail of his cock, the veins, the length and how thick he'd be.

It was both frustrating and exciting not to be able to fully grasp how he'd be yet. Your mind wandered off to fantasise while your body already longed for him.

As both of you broke the kiss his eyes were heavy with lust and his thin lips shimmered with the remaining layer of saliva that your tongue had left.

At his sight, his breath heavy and his eyes narrowed, you had to swallow hard.

Teasingly, you turned your gaze away while your hands started to roam his torso.

Goro was older, there was no doubt about that. But everything that pressed against the tips of your fingers told that he had not allowed himself to lay back.

He was of a slim physique, not very bulked and more on the leaner side. Although his shoulders were broad you did not feel intimidated by him. But a few muscles could be felt, like the hint of a six pack and a strong chest.

A hint of disapproval crossed your face as you realised that his shirt made it almost impossible to get an idea of how his body actually felt like.

Smirking softly, he straightened his back and started to work on the buttons. The first bottom came undone and his chest appeared almost fully. A bit of hair covered it, grew over one side of his chest to the other and was then swallowed by the remaining fabric.

Another button came undone, to reveal that only the upper part of his chest was slightly hairy. His abs and stomach wasn't. But from the top of his body, a small trail of black and silver danced down all the way until it was swallowed by the hem of his pants.

In one swift movement Goro threw the shirt off his shoulders and let it slide down his arms until he was completely free.

While doing so his eyes did not leave your face for a single time. He wanted to see your reaction, bathe in the feeling that the desire in your eyes caused in him.

Your gaze followed the thin line of hair and got stuck at his crotch. Your cheeks burned with heat, yet you failed to restrain yourself.

All on their own, your hand reached out to give him a firm squeeze.

It made his shoulders stiffen, not because you had hurt him but because he was embarrassed by how satisfied it made him feel.

For a very long time now he had tried to restrain himself and just do what he was told to but Goro couldn't deny it any longer. Many nights he had dreamed about a moment like this, your hand on him, even in such a lewd way.

For a brief moment he felt like time had turned back and he was a young man again. No, he did not want to feel embarrassed or unsure. He was experienced now and would use that to his advantage.

Again, he leaned over your and pressed his crotch between your legs to steal another heated kiss. You felt like it wasn't like him act this demanding yet so obviously desperate for affection.

At the same time it filled your with pride to know that it was you who held such power over him. With your eyes closed you leaned into the taste of his tongue as it slipped back into your mouth and reached down to massage his crotch a few times.

Goro relaxed, even spread his legs a little to give you more space.

You decided to take advantage of that and let your fingers slip past the hem of his pants. Warm, sticky liquid nestled against your nails. He was already excited.

You couldn't blame him, after all, you were like honey between his fingers. Heat already made your middle pulsate with impatience.

You were even more amused as he undressed you in two quick gestures, first the tied knots of your kimono and then your underwear.

You shivered as his fingers drew a line on the inside of your thigh.

You allowed yourself to be bold as well. With a clicking sound, his belt came undone and not a breath later his pants and underwear dangled around his ankles as well.

He didn't bother and instead pushed himself on top of you.

A smile appeared on your lips as he placed a trail of kisses all over your neck.

"Calm, my samurai.", you whispered into his ear before nibbling on it in a teasing manner.

He stopped and did not complain as you pushed him back so that he had to sit upright.

The cyberware that replaced his neck was exactly how you had imagined it to be. In the font, it barely took away anything of his human form. However, as you wrapped your arms around him your fingers managed to feel a fully metallic spine.

His arms wrapped around your hips to pull you closer. You could feel his already hard cock brush against you. His chest was warm as your skin connected.

"What do you want?", you whispered into his ear again. "Goro..."

His cock flinched.

"Your mouth.", he said without missing a beat.