~My rose petal~ {Gojo x Y/N}

Part 3~

He was only pressing his lips against your neck, but it still drove you crazy. You felt his hands struggling to unbuttoning your shirt, which made you giggle. You enjoyed watching him struggle.

Y/N: Do you need help there baby~

He refused to remove his lips from your neck, but he nodded. You ripped your shirt off, but then remembered you still needed to wear it to walk home.

Y/N: Shit~

Gojo: What's wrong petal?~

He finally stopped kissing you.

Y/N: I don't have anything to wear home now...

Gojo: You can wear one of my shirts~

The thought of you in one of his shirts made you both intrigued to see what you would look like. But he couldn't wait to kiss you again. He trailed kisses down from your neck to you chest, slowly. The suspense killing you. Your hands went straight from the back of his neck to his belt buckle. He started breathing heavy, clearly enjoying the tricks you were pulling on him. You unbuckled the belt and tugged at his jeans. He was watching every move you made, enjoying it. Seeing Gojo sat in his chair in just boxers was like a dream to you. He looked great. He chuckled softly watching you stare at him, cheeks glowing pink. You knelt on the floor and let your hands wander where they pleased, or should i say where Gojo pleased. He grabbed your hands, which where slowly trailing up his legs, and placed them higher. He wasn't playing any games.

Y/N: Your not playing , huh.

Gojo: Why should i? if i want you now, i will have you now.

He was driving you mad just by using words. It felt weird how he could drive you mad just by a sentence. You were going to say something but he pushed your head, down. You hadn't got a clue what you were doing, but he was enjoying it. He groaned, loudly. It echoed throughout the room. He was no longer driving you crazy, you were driving him crazy. You had the upper hand.